The warm glow of the fire in the fireplace radiated throughout the room.
A desk and bookshelf were neatly arranged, with two unopened letters on the desk, a bed in the corner, and a dining table with pastries on it.
Compared to a prison cell, the term secret chamber was more accurate here.
Lu Li even discovered that the handcuffs weren't secure, with gaps allowing him to remove them like a bracelet.
He observed the runes engraved on the handcuffs and the tarpaulin; they seemed to share the same origin.
Loose restraints and a study-like secret chamber—
Was some superior forcefully bringing him here?
Did they not think Lu Li was an impersonator?
Was someone watching from somewhere?
The truth was shrouded in a mist called strange.
Lu Li walked over to the desk, his gaze landing on the two letters on the desk.
[To His Excellency Lu Li]
The half-folded letter read.