When Old Men Get Too Old, Do They Start Talking in Their Sleep?

"Isn't that basically the same as saying, 'The Imperial Army asked me to pass along a message'...?"

Lu Ce spoke somewhat speechlessly. When it came to serious matters like games and battles, he seemed to relax completely, as if he had entered a field he was familiar with.

Even his gaze became sharp.

"Go on. What does that person want to warn me about?"

Hearing the obvious "combat style" in Lu Ce's tone, Xie Antong froze for a moment before saying with a chuckle,

"Uh, you might have misunderstood something."

"Did you think the Grand Elder was some kind of patriarch of an official organization, telling an unusual player like you to keep yourself in line or something?"

Lu Ce:?

Wasn't that the case?

"Hm? Then what was he warning me about?"

"When did I say it was a warning? It really was just a reminder. I don't know why..." Xie Antong's expression became somewhat puzzled.

Recalling the Grand Elder's voice from back then, she continued,

"His attitude toward you was unexpectedly friendly."

"I hadn't expected that. It seemed like he actually appreciated all the outrageous things you've done."

"He also said that no matter what, you were the only one who still had a little hope."

Lu Ce was equally surprised and looked at Xie Antong in astonishment.

This wasn't a joke, was it?

He had always been treated like a public enemy by everyone, yet this Grand Elder he had never met actually bore him goodwill.

Lu Ce himself knew exactly what Sin behind the mask was like.

"He said that when the last game ended, the gods' reactions might have been abnormal, and it should have had something to do with you."

Lu Ce:??

Now he was genuinely stunned, and he blurted out,

"How did he know