On the way out of the Teleportation Array Management Office.
Feeling the appraising, malicious gazes coming from all directions, as though they were pondering where to drive the knife in.
The caravan leader, who had visited Crimson Heaven several times, remained composed. Without turning his head, he earnestly instructed everyone through his Mind Spell in the Joint Caravan's Mind Communication Space:
"While walking the roads here, you must not show fear or terror, much less any kind of weakness. If the others see that, there's a good chance they'll strike directly. For no other reason than that they think you look easy to pick off, they'll attack without the slightest hesitation. They don't need any extra reason."
"Remember that!!"
"Don't forget it even if it kills you!!"
"Even if you're confident in your strength and want to deliberately bait a few people to test your skills, absolutely do not do that!!"
"People who hook the fish only to get dragged in themselves are everywhere."
"The tactic of showing the enemy weakness simply doesn't work here. If you dare show weakness, they really will attack—and they'll attack together!"
"So even if you really want to test someone else's abilities, just pick someone you don't like and think you can beat. You don't need a damn reason!"
"Just do it!"
"But be careful. During a fight, never damage anything, because the compensation will be exorbitant. And after you finish fighting, don't show any signs of fatigue, because the onlookers will think they have an opening and gang up on you right there..."
His words were filled with life experience.
Experience accumulated through the lives of all kinds of former caravan companions.
And experience bought with lives.
Was naturally quite useful.
It had countless real cases to support it!
Though.
It was not