"It's nothing major—just clearing out some troublesome pests."
"I wonder what the Scribe thinks?"
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In the empty hall, the young man's voice rang out with exceptional clarity.
Judging by his smiling face alone, it was as if they were discussing what to have for dinner. Yet Alhaitham could clearly sense the profound malice hidden beneath that smile.
Even though it was not directed at him, his back still tensed involuntarily, and he felt the danger of being watched by a predator.
"Why not make yourself clearer? Please also tell me what exactly these lists and portraits in my hands represent."
Alhaitham had vaguely guessed the other party's purpose, but even he did not dare trust his initial conclusion.
"There's no need for formalities, Scribe. My introduction during the day was not a lie. Just call me Lin Feng."
"As I said from the beginning, I invited you here because I hope you can 'help.' The final decision remains yours."
After striking first, Lin Feng did not continue putting on airs as a god.
He was merely displaying what he had to offer in cooperation. His ultimate goal was only to talk the other man into working for him, so there was clearly no need to overemphasize his power.
In the dream, Lin Feng created a round table and two chairs, gesturing for Alhaitham to sit.
Worried that the conversation might become too dull, he also placed some snacks and tea on the table.
"Please forgive me for earlier today. It was not that I meant to brush you off, but that setting truly was not suitable for a serious discussion. Come, sit down and let us talk properly. I will explain where all this began and show you my sincerity."
As Lin Feng returned to the appearance of