Oliver gasped—he looked terrified. In a low voice, he whispered, "At your service, Sir. My name is Ulysses. My men and I are a backup patrol team, and at the moment, we still haven't heard anything about the new territory's location."

As he spoke, Oliver struggled to keep calm. He continued to say, "His Majesty, the White Tiger King sent out many backup patrol teams to search the grounds for fiends like you to distract them and send them on their way. It was to divert your attention from finding the new territory's location."

Oliver's face was the picture of sincerity as he spoke, a sharp contrast to the unease in his heart.

The main goal that day had been to lure the fiend army away to protect the new territory. More importantly, it was a chance to make up for his wrongdoings. He could not afford to make any mistakes.

Oliver had thought it through. As long as his real identity was not revealed, the Fiend Martyr would not do much to him. He was, after all, one of the twelve Fiend M