Garal fell silent for a moment and then said coldly, "I don't need you telling me how to do my job. If you think you are more capable than I am, and that I handled this wrong, then feel free to report it to Mr. Raiden."

Cyril slammed a fist into the city wall and ground his teeth. "There is no need for that. You and I have fought openly and secretly for years, and it is meaningless. Garal, my old friend, you are injured, aren't you? And the injury is quite severe, too."

Garal coughed twice more and shook his head. "It is nothing serious, Cyril, but you saw that assassin, didn't you?"

Cyril said coldly, "Of course I did. That was Nyx of Dragonfang, one of Reginald's people. I don't understand why he would interfere in the affairs of the Ludendorff family. Could that Holtrien man be connected to him?"

Garal shook his head. "Whether there is a connection no longer matters. What matters is that Reginald took him away. It's going to be difficult for us to get our revenge."

Cyril hissed