Chapitre 202: Whispers of the White Bat

Abel returned to Northern Ark, but he couldn't find anything. Cordell McNeil, who was monitoring the crime bosses, also found nothing unusual. Far from any hint of collapse, the city continued on peacefully. So, Abel went to Jaren Burgess. After all, the underworld had superior information networks in this area.

"Are you saying there's an organization trying to destroy Northern Ark?" Jaren asked.

"Yes. That's what the priest of the Sordin Order said," Abel replied.

"Ah! I heard His Majesty, the Duke, restored it to normal."

"As expected, you're quick with the news."

"If you want to make a living in a back alley, you have to be. By the way, about that organization..."

"Yes?"

"I think it refers to the Growlers."

"A Growler?"

Abel tilted his head at the unfamiliar term. He couldn't understand what could possibly threaten the city. Jaren Burgess continued with a somewhat uncertain look on his face.