Bruce and the Pale Rider sped down the highway, racing back to Farainess as fast as they could.
This time, the Pale Rider was driving while Bruce used a newly purchased phone to look something up. The Pale Rider glanced over and saw that he seemed to be chatting with someone.
"What are you doing?" the Pale Rider asked.
"Looking for someone to ask about some clues." Bruce said, "I just got in touch with someone and asked him about Siltec Company."
The Pale Rider grew increasingly curious about him, but rather than directly asking about things outside the game, he said, "You said before that you were an agent. So your identity as a psychologist was a cover?"
"More or less," Bruce said.
"Who do you work for?"
"Does that matter?" Bruce said without looking up. "You're a lawyer, and I never asked who you work for."
"I don't have a particularly definite employer. In my own setting, I simply need to investigate strange incidents and gather more favorable evidence. Of course, based on our previous deductions, I may also have gotten involved in an insurance claim case."
"Same here, more or less," Bruce said.
Since he was unwilling to say more, the Pale Rider did not press him. Just then, he slammed on the brakes. Bruce was jolted forward and banged his forehead, but the Pale Rider stared fixedly ahead.
Two black sedans came from the opposite direction. As they approached, they turned sharply and blocked the road sideways.
The Pale Rider saw the sign for Farainess. They were nearly at the village entrance, yet someone had blocked them here. Whoever these people were, they clearly meant trouble.
Sure enough, before the Pale Rider could react, several people rushed out of the black cars ahead. They were fully