Qin Ye wanted nothing more than to have someone to bounce ideas off and discuss the next steps of his plan with right now.

But, unfortunately, there weren’t more than 20 such talents in the new Hell who were capable of maintaining such a discussion with him, and each of these talents currently held an appointment where they would be of the greatest influence. The only ones with spiritual intelligence around him right now were Kwon Kyung-ho and Ryu Changmin, but they… were clearly not intelligence based champions…

Calm down… calm down… He covered his chest and took several deep breaths before he finally calmed his stirring mind down. Then, he pulled out a pen and a paper and slowly jotted down his thoughts.

Sometimes, it was better to write everything down once than to repeat himself a million times.

What ensued was a period of silence, save for the soft rustling of his pen against the paper. It was impossible for there to exist any surveillance tools in such a private place for ambassadorial use. And if Black Mamba even deigned to look over his shoulders, his trusted aide otherwise known as Fate would most certainly detect the presence of an uninvited guest.

“Evidence. Elocution.” These were the two words that he first penned down. And then, he murmured to himself as he went on writing, “International diplomacy is completely different from my encounter with the three daolords. Perhaps it was partially attributable to the fact that the daolords are only Abyssal Prefects, but the implications of international diplomacy are clearly far greater in terms of both importance and the quantity of resources involved.”

He lifted his...