"Putting you under residential surveillance, then steering you toward the Special Task Force—truly one of the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs' rare wise decisions."
That was what Xia Qin said.
"If you'd followed me back then, I could at least have made you a High Priest."
That was what Chris said.
As for Lu PingAn himself, he did not particularly care. He had always been like this. He had merely found a place to put his skills to use in this "peaceful" world. In any other world, they would probably have already settled things through brute force. There would have been no need for all this nonsense.
"The autopsy is complete. The fatal wound was indeed from a magical beast's claws, but there are puncture marks on his ankle. The wound was small, but enough to keep him from running normally. Looks like he was thrown out as bait."
"This one was also killed by an ambush. Magical beasts wouldn't leave such obvious blade cuts, would they?"
"These are traces of a curse. Heh, an old acquaintance."
"A lightning-type monster, yet there are burn marks. Don't tell me his own people did this, then came to scam compensation money."
Most of the corpses had not been brought back, but a few had been dragged home. They also needed to show their patrons how difficult things had been, in hopes of receiving more compensation.
Lu PingAn had people perform autopsies, attempting to reconstruct the scene. He more or less understood what had happened.
"Just as expected."
How did one make a pack of beasts fight? Give them a precious ingredient, a beautiful mate, or a fertile territory. When every "slot" was limited to one, all cooperation and negotiation were destined to be superficial.
The strategy of killing three men with two peaches