At a booth on the bar's second floor, silence reigned for at least ten seconds. The contact person, who had not spoken for quite some time, seemed less to be thinking than communicating with certain people "in the backend."
The more this was the case, the more it proved that Bifur's bold yet smoothly delivered conjectures closely matched the facts—at the very least, the facts known to the "platform."
Bifur was quite satisfied with his performance today. These conjectures had not arisen from thin air, but were the result of sorting through information gathered from various sources in recent days, both reliable and unreliable.
Ideas such as "the Abyssal Sea True God imitating the Abyssal Sky Overlord" had actually been rather popular when Myriad Transformations Deep Blue first appeared—after all, how could a miraculous Creation capable of deeply simulating the Abyssal Spirit Net environment simply emerge out of nowhere?
Back when the Abyssal Sky Overlord was still around, he had hardly been idle enough to answer the doubts of a handful of "ants," so such speculation had naturally faded away.
Yet today, Bifur had incorporated this old, stale material into his chain of reasoning, and it fit astonishingly well. It could be said that he had put the information at hand to the fullest possible use.
At last, the contact person took the initiative to end the silence. He grinned, then directly splashed the wine that had already filled more than half the glass onto the tabletop.
The liquor ran over the edge of the table and dripped to the floor, some of it splashing onto both men's legs and feet. Neither of them paid it much mind.
Setting down his glass, the contact person shook his head. "Improper disclosure of information means I'll probably lose this year's bonus. But