A faint smile crossed Mortimer's face as he spoke, "Haven't we been clearing out the village with Night Vines over the last few days? I hadn't removed it ever since."
Matthew nodded in understanding.
Before, the Black Pigeons had kept him from entering Montiria, so he and Mortimer had already planned to use Mortimer's supposed injury to lure out those hiding in the shadows before the latter's departure with the Alliance.
"Matthew, I assume you called me here because of the situation in Montiria?" Mortimer asked.
The news had spread quickly throughout Montiria, Aelion, leader of the Aerial Legion, had led the Flying Armor in a rebellion, storming the palace.
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