Sixty-seven. Secret Room

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.