Olorun's Negotiation with the Captain

The moment they entered the memory, the players were dumbfounded.

Olorun really was that sunny, cheerful young man with no ulterior motives.

Every day, he planted vegetables, then chatted with them.

"You few have been growing well lately. One day, you'll become very big radishes."

"And you, Iffa said you take up too much space, but I think you're a good tree, right?"

He really loved growing vegetables.

This was pure beauty!

Sitrali cast her spell again and fast-forwarded to the memories involving the Captain.

That night, the Captain appeared carrying a speaker, complete with background music.

"You appear to be one of the Smoke Riddle Master's people. Why do you live here alone?"

Olorun immediately recognized him as one of the Fatui the tribal elders had mentioned before.

He tried his best to remain calm. "...I like living alone in the wilderness."

"You're one of the Fatui bigshots?"

The Captain slowly approached. "It would not be inaccurate to think so."

"I am looking for someone. I suspect you may have heard her name—Sitrali."

The moment Grandma's name appeared, Olorun could no longer maintain his hard-won composure.

And the Captain keenly caught his abnormal reaction.

"You are trying to hide something. It seems there is no point in questioning you. You will not reveal any information about this person."

After saying that, the Captain did not linger.

He left Olorun's little courtyard directly.

The Captain had such a powerful presence.

Was this the pressure of the First Seat?

Olorun called out to the Captain. "Hey! Tell me why you're looking for Sitrali!"

The Captain looked back. "That is not for you to know. I will find her by my own means."

Why did that feel like playing hard to get?

With the Captain's personality, he probably just did not want