Suddenly, Raine thought of something and immediately turned his gaze to Elise.

Because if he remembered correctly, Elise’s father’s Morton Commerce Association was one of the larger associations in Dorne City.

"My father didn’t mention any of this in his letter." Seeing Raine’s gaze, Elise shook her head.

But the next moment, her face turned pale, as she immediately realized that not mentioning it didn’t mean it hadn’t happened—perhaps her father didn’t want to worry her.

"I’ll contact my father first thing tomorrow."

"By the way, does anyone know what the strength of the Black Fist Army is?"

"I’ve been to Dorne City twice recently and observed them carefully," Schneider responded.

"They generally employ a patrol or combat mode of five people per team: four new recruits and one veteran Black Fist member as the leader. The strength of the recruits is still to be determined, but the veteran Black Fist members are roughly at the Classes level."

"Classes level?"

"That strong?"

Chris, Fabian, and the dwarf Bruno all looked surprised.

Does that mean they could only be small leaders in the past?

"And their ten-men team has a squad leader in full Heavy Armor, comparable to Level 3 Classes."

"But that’s not the crucial part; the Black Fist Army’s biggest characteristic is that they excel in group combat. Even for me, handling a ten-men team alone would be quite difficult," Schneider said, his expression slightly serious.

"Oh?" Raine raised his eyebrows.

Keep in mind, Schneider’s strength is not ordinary, and as the leader of a team, he has solid Level 5 Classes strength.

"Yes, although I’ve heard their numbers are only a few hundred, their strength is strong."

"Anything else?"

"Hmm... I also saw a Black Fist captain once. His Classes level is above mine, roughly six or seven, wielding Heavy Weapons. Judging by his Armor style, he seems like a Paladin, with a very striking red cape."

"But the Black Fist captain is not their highest commander." Right then, Reya interjected, "My father mentioned that this time, the Black Fist Army came as a special squad, led by a Black Fist Commander named Gelkuk."

"Black Fist Commander?"

"Yes, an Extraordinary Level Special Classes. He also has two deputies—Monitor Boke and Fear Mage Hydos. However, neither of them is Transcendent."

"Ha, just one Transcendent? We have Raine, what’s there to fear?" At this point, Laisa casually remarked while setting down a clean pork rib.

With Laisa’s interruption, the previously somewhat serious crowd immediately relaxed.

Except for Chris and the other three, everyone else present had experienced the battle at the temporary camp on Lankote Snowfield.

Everyone had witnessed combat with the two Transcendent Nightmare Blades, seeing Raine kill a Transcendent Mage and severely injure a Transcendent Shield Warrior.

So, if the other side merely had one Transcendent, it might indeed not be enough.

"That’s just the surface level; my father’s main concern is ’Light and Shadow Envoy’ Siegfried, a Transcendent strong person of the secret Talin Association. He’s the one who orchestrated the series of events in Dorne City."

"However, his whereabouts have always been elusive, even Kingdom spies can’t pinpoint his location."

"Another Transcendent strong person?"

"That’s quite a headache."

"Indeed."

Upon receiving this news, the others’ expressions changed, and they began to discuss it.

’Light and Shadow Envoy’ Siegfried?

Raine recalled slowly; he vaguely remembered that he had encountered Aiel the White Dragon Mage and the demon Mage Lilith, who liked wearing a red Magic Robe, seemingly subordinates of this individual.

"Mr. Rein, is our next target Dorne City? When..." At this moment, Schneider couldn’t help but ask.

Upon hearing the question, the conversations in the room quieted down suddenly, and everyone looked expectantly.

Raine just lightly shook his head and said with a smile, "I believe the Kingdom already has arrangements; we should just wait for news."

"There is also one thing I hope everyone could help think about."

"If it’s an army squad, what would be a good name?"

This topic seemed to strike a chord with most of them, and the crowd immediately began to enthusiastically discuss.

"Doesn’t Raine have the title of Skull Crusher? Just call it Skull Crusher Squad!" Laisa suggested first.

As soon as she spoke, Elise gently pulled Laisa down: "A bit too barbaric, right?"

"How about Steel Warhammer? Mr. Rein uses a Warhammer, and so do I!" The dwarf Bruno wiped the spilled wine from his beard and proclaimed loudly.

....

Deep inside the Lankote Snowfield.

White Dragon Nest.

White Dragon Han Zhuo bowed slightly, respectfully reporting the matters that occurred in the Ice Lake District to Avia·Rinsagos, also known as the "Wing of Icefield."

"(Dragon Language)...Respected mother, that vile human took advantage of Bing Zhuo’s severe injuries to ambush him... Please, mother, help me find his hiding place, and I will personally freeze him into an eternal ice sculpture atop the glacier!"

Facing Han Zhuo’s passionate speech, Avia seemingly didn’t hear him, as her enormous slitted eyes quietly watched the frozen corpse of Bing Zhuo encased in a huge ice tomb.

Even though for the White Dragon clan, familial bonds weren’t as strong as humans’, seeing the corpse of a progeny and their face of despair at their final moments stirred complex feelings within Avia.

Sadness, memories, and also anger!

"And you? Did you just watch as your brother perished?" Suddenly, a fierce question erupted from Avia’s mouth like a volcanic eruption.

"Smack!"

As she spoke, Avia·Rinsagos relentlessly struck Han Zhuo with a dragon claw.

"Mother, Bing Zhuo he..." Han Zhuo tried to defend.

"Smack!"

Avia slapped again, forcing Han Zhuo’s words back down his throat.

"Only an incompetent dragon would babble incessantly to explain."

"I ask you, where is the murderer?" Avia lowered her even larger white dragon head, gazing down at Han Zhuo.

Feeling the stinging pain on both sides of his cheek, Han Zhuo quickly learned to be wise. He dropped his dragon head, slightly prostrated his body, daring not to explain further.

"Mother, although Han Zhuo is somewhat incapable, this matter, in essence, is a provocation against the Rinsagos family. Mother, can you trace the human murderer through the bloodstained Armor?"

At this moment, Shuang Zhuo’s words finally made Avia withdraw her dragon claw, moving her gaze from Han Zhuo to the blood-stained Armor of Courage belonging to Raine.

"I will create a tracking compass, but its duration shouldn’t exceed seven days."

"Mother, I will definitely..." At this moment, Han Zhuo raised his head and declared.

"Silence! You haven’t even mastered Transformation Spell; going to human towns would be asking for trouble!"

"Shuang Zhuo, you’ll have to go for this matter."

"Don’t worry, mother, leave it to me."

"Yes, I trust you to handle things!"

Nodding, Avia raised her dragon claw and placed it above the Armor of Courage.

"By bloodline leads, by frost named..."

As the low Dragon Language sounded, a drop of dragon blood began to seep through the scales on the dragon claw, the originally neatly placed Armor of Courage started trembling violently.

Using that dragon blood as the center, ice crystals quickly condensed, and soon, an ice crystal compass the size of a disc was suspended in the air and formed.

"It’s done! Shuang Zhuo, the tracking compass is yours now." Avia gently waved her dragon claw, and the ice crystal compass floated to Shuang Zhuo’s front.

"Alright, mother, I’ll set off now."

Taking the ice crystal compass, Shuang Zhuo slightly sensed, discovering the direction it pointed was directly south.

...