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Marvin nodded nervously, quietly wiping a drop of cold sweat from his forehead before saying, "To be honest, I'm also completely at a loss as to what exactly happened at the Duca Mines. What I can share with you now is just information on the brochure."Duca Mines only produces one thing: raw phosphate, transported directly from Duca Mines to the railway freight terminal in the Port of Casablanca via the ONCF. Right now, you're standing in the transit warehouse of Moore Trading—the company that I manage. All imported goods that have been cleared by customs and goods awaiting export that have not yet been cleared are stored here. Our staff will then liaise with customs for whatever necessary paperwork."Every afternoon, a train loaded with raw phosphate arrives in Casablanca from Duca Mines. Ever since the production line was upgraded, it has been operating smoothly for over three years with no issues. Yesterday evening, around 6.10 pm, the last train of phosphate from Duca Mines arri

Seeing a ray of hope, Arlo promptly ordered the task force to find the ship logs of the Port of Casablanca, combing through the freight vessels that had docked or departed within the last few days.Naturally, there were hundreds of them, and some were even heading to the other side of the world.But to Arlo, each ship was suspect, and he wasn't worried about the vessels being hard to track after reaching the wider ocean.After all, the movement of every freight vessel had to be legally recorded, and if they found a suspect, it would be easy to track down its country of origin or the company that owned it. It meant a lot of searching, but that still meant their missing garrison wouldn't elude capture.So, he had people investigate and record the routes of every vessel within the suspected timeframe where the Duca Garrison had left the mines.The international shipping system was almost no different from the international civil aviation system, with real-time information about every

Arlo promptly called Fleur, immediately respectful when she answered, "My Lady, my Hubbertians have found Praetor Singer's sword in Duca Mines, but there are no other signs of her."Fleur frowned. "The sword I forged is the very definition of a magical instrument, and it was my choice to give it to Penny and not someone like Ruby Chain… Yet you're saying the enemy didn't even take it?! Are they belittling my treasures?!"Arlo really didn't understand how Fleur's mind was functioning just then.Was it not good for them that they had recovered Penny's sword? Why was she upset instead?Still, he soon remembered that despite Fleur's might and cunning, she was still a woman, and their ego tended to be wired differently from a man's.Perhaps in her mind, that sword was a treasure, so the sword being left behind like trash was an insult—she would rather her mysterious foe take it and consecrate it like a family heirloom.Feeling a little awkward, Arlo said, "If I may offer an opinion, M

Roy promptly replied, "Yes, Sir!"That was when a soldier from Ten Thousand Armies hurried inside, informing Charlie and Merlin, "Mr. Wade, Captain Lammy, we spotted a car approaching the compound. A lone driver.""Are you sure he's alone?" Merlin promptly asked warily."Yes, Sir. It was definitely one person in one car," the soldier replied. "Antric had a solid vantage point from high ground, and we are able to see anything moving within a radius of ten kilometers."As he finished, his satellite phone vibrated, and he turned it on to display the image he had just received from Antric—a photo of the driver's face.Merlin breathed a sigh of relief once he saw it. "That's the cannery owner. Probably came to check on my progress. Tell Antric to ignore him if he's just looking around, as long as he's not coming inside. But if he does, stop him. I'll go out to talk to him if he mentions me by name.""Yes, Sir!" The soldier promptly relayed Merlin's orders.-Meanwhile, the cannery o

While Morocco wasn't a huge country, there was more than enough land to hide hundreds.Arlo's attention had largely been distracted by the so-called clues they had found in Casablanca. That meant no one under his command was there to search any of the locations near the cannery Merlin had picked.As such, Merlin began evacuating the armed cavalry guards, the dead soldiers, and their families in the night as planned.The cannery, already eerily quiet in the day, was now shrouded in darkness.Black-clad figures started marching out in an orderly fashion from the gates, boarding the transports that were waiting a kilometer away.Afterward, each transport quietly arrived at a northeastern fishing port.Morocco's northeastern coastline had always been poorly managed, and the sheer number of fishing boats made it difficult for the navy or customs to actually tighten security. Furthermore, Morocco's main exports were natural minerals, and that really didn't sell for much in low quantiti