Amanda quickly met with the Totnes head she hadn't seen for a while.

"Sela! Is this your sincerity?" Amanda sat unceremoniously across from the woman, whose expression was unattractive, and her words had a noticeable bite.

"You all can leave, Amanda and I need to talk properly." Sela faced Amanda's accusations with a nonchalant smile, motioning the guards that came in to leave. Soon it was just the two of them in the room.

Calling Amanda directly by her name, she didn't even bother adding "Ms."

Amanda was familiar with this superior-to-subordinate attitude, unsure of why Sela acted this way.

Sela, originally the Romani head in Totnes, didn't fare well the last time she came to Hamlet.

She wanted to step over Amanda to gain prestige, but Lance gave her no face at all, leaving her completely in a bind.

When Amanda rescued those Romani, it only made Sela look like a complete joke in comparison.

In any case, Hamlet was a place where she was made a fool, and she could have avoided coming, leaving it to her subordinates.

But she actually came personally again, and judging by her reaction, she held no apparent resentment, instead somewhat pride.

She could still smile for a simple reason; she made a lot of money from trading intelligence related to Hamlet last time, gaining face within the organization.

The Romani truly are pragmatic; they don't care about face, only benefits.

Now Amanda voluntarily gave up claiming the title of Empire head. Though Sela had yet to ascend, she believed no one in the Empire could contest her.

Once a loser, but now adopting the stance of a victor, it was clear where her confidence came from.

Damn it! Looking at this obnoxious woman across her, Amanda really wanted to whip her.

"I don't have time to play games with you. Now! Immediately! Explain why the news about Hamlet was spread on a large scale.

And why bring those people here, you know what I'm talking about. I don't want to remind you, you should be clear about it yourself."

At her peak, she wanted to knock Amanda down a peg, and boast in front of her to regain lost face.

But Sela didn't anticipate Amanda's sudden move, instinctively wanting to anger.

"Amanda! I am..."

But just as she opened her mouth, a loud sound interrupted her.

Amanda was even more ferocious, lifting her hand to slam down and yell:

"What about it! What makes you think you can act here? You don't even have the qualifications to see him, which is why I'm here. You should know who I'm representing!

Now he's unhappy, and you drag me down with you. If you don't give a good explanation today, neither of us will have a good time!"

Had it been another talking to her like this, Sela might have flipped the table.

But... Sela's expression changed multiple times, finally suppressing her anger, presenting a smiling face.

"Why so rash, we're on the same side, you'll definitely get an explanation."

Sela chose to endure, not because of Amanda, but because of that man.

She convinced herself with this.

"Then why not hand it over?" Amanda gave no face, forcing her, "Don't make me say it twice."

Sela realized something at these words.

Yeah, this one knew the organization's habits inside out.

At this stage, Sela unwillingly handed over some intelligence.

What morality level could the Romani have? She could sell Hamlet's intelligence, naturally, she could sell others'.

This was her collected information on the fleet, initially waiting for Lance to offer a high price, but Amanda extorted it.

Sela learned a lesson, "our own" are really ruthless!

Returning, she must report her to the organization!

But considering she no longer cared about the head position, truly couldn't, for future trades had to be made with her.

Thinking of this gave Sela a headache, had she known...

Amanda didn't care about her reaction, taking the material and flipping through it, discerning authenticity at a glance.

What methods in the organization didn't she, the Seeker of Omens, know?

Once the item was in hand, Amanda's attitude softened, revisiting previous deals, including Extraordinary Equipment, rare materials, and Hamlet's Ascension Potion as native specialty.

It was evident this was to pressure Sela.

No one in Hamlet likely knew how to deal with these Romani better than Amanda.

But by the time Sela reacted, it was too late, her chips handed over in anxiety without value.

Trading with Hamlet profited her greatly, yet she remained discontent.

Seeing others benefit from her at her expense was worse than death.

"I've collected quite a bit of heavyweight new intelligence, are you interested?"