"Little game?"
Clark frowned slightly, unable to figure out what Godwin was up to.
"Yes, just a simple little game. No, it barely even counts as a game. It's very simple."
Kira took out a die and set it flat on the table.
"We'll use this die to compare numbers. If I roll higher, you'll answer my questions and tell me the secret of the Perpetual Motion Machine Express.
"If you roll higher, I promise I won't ask about anything else. From now on, whenever Mister Clark has need of the Security Maintenance Bureau, I, Godwin, will do everything in my power to help and never refuse.
"What do you say?"
Clark initially found it absurd, but after staring at the little die in his hand for a moment, he suddenly felt somewhat tempted.
After pondering for two seconds, he asked, "One roll of the die? That's all?"
"That's all."
Clark narrowed his eyes.
He had no idea what madness had gotten into Godwin, but it was only a single roll to compare numbers. It was hardly any trouble.
If he won, and the other party's words were true, then Godwin's promise carried considerable weight in this city. Although the Perpetual Motion Machine Express had a powerful backer like Iliaster, calling them a backer was perhaps inaccurate. He was more like their tool. They merely worked for Iliaster, but that did not necessarily mean they enjoyed many privileges or conveniences in this city. The Security Maintenance Bureau, however, could provide all of those.
And if he lost, he could simply keep playing dumb.
Even if he agreed to reveal the secrets hidden within the Perpetual Motion Machine Express should he lose, wasn't it still up to him to decide which secrets those were? When the time came, he could continue