Lin Lan's expression was somewhat peculiar at this moment.
He rubbed his forehead and looked at Charles, who appeared worried in the messenger's light projection.
"Are you saying..."
Lin Lan asked, "An Alliance Legion from the Fortress Main Island is planning to seek aid from the Ark, and they only arranged for the Secret Guard to convey the message to you right before they are about to arrive at Seagull Port?"
For some reason, the Secret Guard personally trained by the Alliance Governor always seemed to deliberately avoid his gaze, making communication between the Ark and the Alliance quite challenging from the start.
"That's right, Lord Lin Lan."
Charles wiped the sweat from his forehead, a bitter smile forming at the corner of his mouth.
The sudden appearance of the mysterious gray mask at his desk nearly startled the coffee out of his stomach.
"The officer leading that fleet is named Frank, a War Officer with a logistical support group."
