Baron Cullen

After this incident, Karen's reputation in the City of Breath reached a new level.

He followed Lamont back to the chapter's base, where he received an extremely warm welcome from his colleagues.

Olson, Harold, and several other veterans spared no expense in hiring the chef from a famous pub on Queen Street to prepare a lavish dinner at the outpost.

Barrels of fragrant ale were delivered to the camp by horse-drawn carriages, leaving many members of the warbands staring in disbelief.

"This is impossible! Harold, aren't you always so stingy? How can you be so generous today!"

"This beer alone must have cost a fortune, not to mention the food on the table behind it—all the good stuff we don't usually get to eat!"

Listening to his colleagues' praise, Harold looked like he was about to cry.

He wouldn't have spent so much money if he hadn't lost the bet he made with Olsen about whether Karen could get away with her crime.

Karen then entered the makeshift restaurant within the compound, surrounded by others, and sat down next to Lamont.

After the speeches, everyone began to devour the dinner.

The air was filled with the aroma of slightly charred barbecue and beer.

However, just as Karen was enjoying the food, she suddenly had a strange feeling that something was watching her.

He looked up and met the gaze of a familiar face not far away.

Lamo Eddie!

Karen was somewhat surprised.

He had no contact with Ramor since their initial sparring session when he first joined the warband.

At the time, the other party attempted to use supernatural elements to attack him, and was slapped hard by Lamont, who was watching from the sidelines, and was punished with a month-long confinement.

In retrospect, it seems that Ramour has performed quite well recently, which is why he was released early.

The two locked eyes for only a very short moment.

Upon noticing this, Lamoll immediately looked away, took a big gulp of his ale, and got up to walk outside.

"Karen, what are you daydreaming about?"

At this moment, Lamont, who was eating barbecue, came over and asked.

He noticed Karen's gaze, and following it, he saw Lamor just leaving. His smile froze instantly.

Lamont's expression changed from before, becoming somewhat solemn. He said in a low voice, "Speaking of which, I almost forgot. There's something I feel I need to tell you."

It's about Lamoy Eddie.

"Please speak, Vice Commander." Karen noticed the seriousness in Lamont's eyes and spoke calmly, "Is it that Lamont is planning something against me again?"

"No, firstly, he's already been released from confinement." Lamont shook his head, took a sip of ale, and continued, "He's been doing well lately, so I let him out early because of his past contributions to the chapter and his talent."

As for the second point…

At this point, Lamont's eyes grew even more serious, and his expression turned somewhat grim. "After you suspected there was a traitor in the group last time and told me to keep an eye on the brothers, I discovered some unusual things."

"Lamor?" Karen asked, quite surprised.

But on second thought, it makes sense.

After all, Ramor had lost to him in a simple sparring match, but took advantage of the moment when Ramor relaxed and exposed his back to launch a potentially fatal sneak attack.

If someone is guided by that kind of temperament, they might indeed do some unexpected things.

At this point, Lamont recounted what he had discovered in detail: "First of all, his emotions were not quite right."

Although he behaved quite well when he was first released from solitary confinement, his temperament was still as prone to impulsiveness as before.

But after observing him these past two days, I've noticed he's suddenly become very quiet, even... excessively calm.

Karen nodded and listened attentively.

"Also, his behavior was a bit unusual," Lamont continued. "He used to be very proud of his talent, so he would train alone until night every day before leaving."

But these past two days, he's been leaving almost immediately at dismissal time, as if he's become a completely different person.

As soon as she finished speaking, Karen's brows furrowed slightly.

Thinking of this, he nodded slightly and said in a low voice, "Vice Commander, if what you say is true, then Lamor is indeed quite suspicious."

"There's one last thing..." Lamont looked in the direction Lamor had left, as if recalling something, "Although I don't think there's anything wrong with that, he's had a faint smell of tobacco on him these past few days."

Karen's gaze sharpened as she listened to Lamont's account.

It is indeed very difficult for a person to suddenly and significantly change both their personality and behavior at the same time.

Unless this person has experienced some major upheaval in a short period of time, or is hiding something.

In addition, he suddenly had some things on him that he didn't have before.

When these clues are pieced together, a possibility begins to emerge.

"Vice Commander, do you mean that Ramor is the traitor?" Karen didn't mince words and directly voiced her thoughts.

Lamont nodded, his face serious: "That's what I think. After all, he has a past grudge against you, and he also participated in the previous mansion operation, so he meets the criteria."

However, I think it's more likely he was bribed, given his arrogant nature; he's unlikely to be coerced.

Karen remained silent for a moment.

Given Lamour's narrow-mindedness and impulsive nature, it's not surprising that he was taken advantage of.

"Vice Commander, what are you planning to do?" Karen asked.

"Don't alert him yet," Lamont said in a deep voice. "I will send more people to secretly monitor his actions and see if he has truly betrayed us."

Karen thought for a moment and said, "Okay, but if it requires tracking, I think it would be better if I went."

"Well... as you know, I have some talent for sensing extraordinary fluctuations."

Lamont nodded: "No problem, I'll let you know if needed, but be careful, I'm worried they're after you."

Time flew by, and the dinner finally came to an end amidst laughter and cheerful conversation as it approached midnight.

After a brief chat with her colleagues, Karen returned home in her own carriage.

...

From that night onward, the secret surveillance of Lamoor began.

Karen had thought it would take some time, but just one day later she received a message from Lamont saying that his colleague in charge of surveillance had made an important discovery.

At noon that day, in Lamont's office at the warband's base.

"Vice Commander, Karen." The colleague in charge of surveillance stood in front of the two and reported, "Just now, I saw a knight furtively throw a crumpled piece of paper into an alleyway two streets away from the camp."

No sooner had the knight left than Ramour came over, picked up the crumpled paper, glanced at it, and then burned it and threw it away.

I went over immediately after he left, put out the fire, and retrieved the items.

As he spoke, he took out a small, slightly burned piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it, and saw that it was written in messy handwriting:

"Same place tonight, bring your things."