Qianye paid no further attention to Li Weishi’s movements and continued flipping through the reports. The exchange and registration of contributions was an important issue. No matter how valuable or pure the two black titanium daggers were, they couldn’t compare to the Li family’s prestige. It was unlikely that they would play any tricks here, especially when they were in such desperate need of manpower.

“General Qianye, is there anything else you need?” Li Weishi turned back enthusiastically.

Qianye flipped over a page and arrived at the sketch of a certain demonkin with his name and rank listed on the side. Moreover, the depiction was rather blurry.

Eden of the Dark Abyss. Count. Five-star swordbearer of the Evernight Council’s Dark Sun.

Qianye looked at this drawing—the rank in the data was a bit lower, and the sniper rifle here wasn’t quite the same as the one that had attacked him in the Misty Wood. However, the man’s standing posture, as well as the style and decorations on his sniper rifle was inexplicably similar.

The most important part was that his movements were depicted with great vividness—almost as though the artist had seen the demonkin before—yet his facial features had been blurred. This...