Florian retained his title when he joined Lord Kenny’s team after the New World Emperor’s death—continuing to enjoy the wealth and glory.

In the Investigation Bureau’s main hall at that moment.

A handsome teenager was sitting on the main seat. He had a slightly boyish face that revealed a mismatched calmness to his age.

It was Ambrose Darby!

Florian was earnestly seated there next to him as his face was fawning with politeness.

“Master Florian!”

Ambrose slowly opened his mouth at that moment with no whatsoever emotions on his face. “How is Sloan’s interrogation—the one you captured—for the past two days?”

Ambrose had since been helping Lord Kenny with a fair share of the royal matters—regardless of small or big—upon being crowned the Prince. He had never taken it lightly especially when it comes to matters regarding Darryl’s accomplices.

Florian immediately stood and paid Ambrose obeisance. “Your Highness, Sloan has been keeping a tight lid and I still can’t get anything out o