Somewhere, in an underground hall, many people were busy, constantly coming and going.
On a table in the hall, there were large quantities of documents. Franklin sat in front of the table, continuously flipping through the documents, occasionally making quick sketches with a quill.
His eyes were bloodshot, looking as if he hadn't rested in a long time. He wore a crumpled blue robe that also looked unwashed for days, making him appear somewhat shabby. Many others around Franklin were just as busy, equally worn out by their tasks.
Just then, hurried footsteps sounded. A person burst through the hall doors—Franklin's subordinate, the red-haired "Fire Spirit" Promi.
Promi's face bore a mix of surprise and panic as he ran to Franklin's desk and called out, "Captain, captain, there's trouble. Jos's group has lost all contact."
"Hmm," Franklin responded simply, his reaction sluggish due to processing too much information. He didn't look up but continued to read the documents.
