Living Encyclopedias? Your Gift of Gab Isn't Much Good Either

Aaron invited the blind old man to the sofa and poured him a cup of hot tea.

He had no interest in any evil organization, but if what the old man said was true, it meant the leaders of The Hand had lived for at least several hundred years. They were living encyclopedias.

Ever since learning of the "glorious achievements" of his two ancestors from Odin, his sense of security had plummeted.

He desperately wanted to understand this world, but using magic could easily expose his identity, while not using magic left him with no way to investigate.

S.H.I.E.L.D. definitely had some of the information, but Nick Fury never acted without an incentive. He would not tell Aaron anything for free.

Although Frank had successfully infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D., obtaining those secrets would still take time.

Under these circumstances, an organization that had existed for centuries was undoubtedly a ray of hope. If he got the chance, he had to meet one of The Hand's leaders. That would be a shortcut to understanding the world!

The blind old man had no idea what Aaron was planning. He picked up the teacup and took a sip. "Good tea."

"Dongting Biluochun Tea. After drinking too much alcohol, I occasionally wanted a change of taste, so I had someone bring it back for me."

"You may call me the Stick Monk. I come from the True Pure Society, an organization opposed to The Hand."

"The kind that's existed for several centuries too?" Aaron asked curiously. He did not care what organization the Stick Monk belonged to; he only cared how much the Stick Monk knew about this world.

"Perhaps."

"Uh... I mean, has the True Pure Society's leader also lived for several centuries?"

"No." The Stick Monk shook his head. "The leader of the True