Aria told the viewers, "As for the skyscrapers and trees, I'll show you on the projector. Once you see them, you'll realize Northden is nothing like what you imagined." Right as she finished speaking, viewers flooded into the stream. Aria was about to welcome them when the comments started flying. Someone with the username MeowSauce typed excitedly, "Ms. Carver, you're here!" Another user called RisingTide jumped in. "We're students from Portfall University! A classmate just saw you on their feed and told us. We searched and found you right away!" PigletSighs added their comment. "We finally get to hear you talk about other parts of Farshya again. It's been way too long since last time." Then DawnToDusk chimed in. "Keep going! There are like 15 of us heading over right now! It's way better hearing this in person!" Clearly, except for those first two people who looked down on the rest of Farshya, everyone else flooding in actually wanted to hear what Aria had to say. Aria
Investing in the stock market came with risks, so everyone should always invest with caution. When certain people managed to make money in an industry, everyone else would get jealous. After all, everybody wanted to make a profit. And that was how some people ended up as victims and lost money. Freya stood nearby, finally getting it. "Aria, are you saying that without you guys, Portfall's market would've crashed and the whole city would be in chaos?" "Exactly." Aria looked up. "Foreign investors wanted to control our market. They'd dangle the bait and wait for people to bite. When everyone saw the industrial and energy stocks climbing, they couldn't help themselves and threw their money in. "Then, when it crashed, that money was gone forever. Once people lose everything they worked for, everyone starts to feel resentful and angry." Freya's eyes went wide. She'd played the stock market for years but had never seen what Aria was describing. Still, she had to believe it—without
Aria didn't waste time. "Mr. Revelare, I need your help with something. This might be a national security issue." "National security?" Tobias dropped his casual tone. "Is someone making a move against Farshya?" "Pretty much." Aria lowered her voice. "You know about Farshya's drakonic fortune, right? Someone wants to steal it for themselves." Tobias' eyes sharpened after hearing this. "That's serious. Very few people know about Farshya's fortune. The government has never leaked anything about it." "That's not all." Aria frowned. "Angladus and Athara want to hit us from both sides. They're working with an arcane practitioner. The practitioner will help them take Portfall, and in return, he gets Farshya's drakonic fortune. "Based on what we've got so far, that practitioner is searching for a sacred relic in Portfall. If he finds it, Farshya's drakonic fortune disappears with it." Tobias' voice turned grave. He said, "I need to report this to the government authorities. If they
When the team leads saw Aria's message, they immediately dropped whatever they were doing to report in. "Boss, we're all here! We're ready for orders!" Aria checked the screen. The headcount matched, so everyone was present. She posted the situation on their channel. "This mission's huge. Each team lead will take five members and spread out to the barriers across Farshya. Guard them in secret. "If you spot any unknown personnel approaching, don't wait for permission—arrest them immediately. If they resist, grab them first and ask questions later!" The team leads immediately responded, "Yes, ma'am!" "I knew it had to be something big for Boss to gather us all together. Otherwise, she'd rather let us sit around doing nothing." "Finally, some real action! The last time was when we hunted down the Darkwarden at the border. I haven't seen that kind of operation in forever!" Aria read their messages and drifted into memories. She still remembered the Darkwarden clearly. Back
Asher couldn't stop thinking about his parents. However, due to his current identity, he didn't dare call them. If they found out he was still alive and it ruined Feran's plan, he'd never be able to go back to them. Aria took the phone from him. "Your turn." "Alright, I'll talk." Hope sparked in Asher's eyes. "That story you told earlier—yeah, that was about me. My boss really was going to kill me along with those other nine people. But just as he was about to do it, a man in a black robe appeared with someone else. "He told my boss he'd found the tenth person. That's the only reason my boss let me live. He took my silicone mask and put it on that other man instead. "Soon, he brought me to Portfall after that whole fake death thing." Aria looked up. "Who is he?" "I..." Asher trailed off. "Honestly, I don't know who he is. Everything about him—his build, his looks—it all matches that political leader, Feran Maynard. But the stuff he does behind closed doors is nothing like w
Sam answered Aria, "Mission accepted!" Sam looked thrilled as he stood next to Chauncey. He waved his fist in front of Chauncey's face. Chauncey swallowed hard, clearly terrified. He really had been beaten enough. Ever since he'd started working in Portfall, he'd never met anyone who just started swinging their fists without talking. Everyone who met him always showed respect. Aria smirked a little. "What are you guys planning to do in Portfall?" Right after Aria said that, Sam was already ready to throw his first punch. "Uh..." Chauncey's eyes filled with terror as he stared at Sam's fist. "Don't you already know? Why ask me—" The second he finished, Sam slapped him across his face. "Who said you could talk to my boss like that? Answer whatever she asks!" Chauncey gritted his teeth against the pain. "Gambling, organ trafficking, stirring up chaos in Portfall." "Is that all?" Aria's gaze on him remained calm. "Think harder." Chauncey's eyes widened. There was still th