The three Watchers looked at one another. "Perhaps you're right."
"Of course I'm right."
"But this rule doesn't apply to Gaius. No Gaius can be judged by common sense."
"But there are countless people named Gaius in the universe. Don't you think this is a waste of time?"
"What Watchers lack least is time," Watcher Number One said. "Besides, the universe is vast. The odds of encountering a Gaius aren't particularly high. Even over the past several thousand years, we've only mistaken fewer than a hundred people."
At those words, the Thoughtform's mouth twitched.
They sure were thorough about this. On average, one every few decades—they were basically just gambling on luck, weren't they?
But if he hadn't been here as a stand-in to take the hit, they would have happened to find the main body.
"What about the second method?"
"Unknown origins, mysterious and unfathomable, acts outside convention, yet possesses great boldness."
Thoughtform: ...
You might as well just read out my ID number.
"The host of this auction perfectly meets every one of those conditions. Moreover, Dream Ingredients are something that has absolutely never appeared in this universe. It is difficult for us not to become suspicious."
"Ugh!" The Thoughtform let out a heavy sigh. "This really was my miscalculation."
The main thing was that he had never expected his ancestor to be so inhuman, selling him out even across thousands of years.
"We have already completed what Mr. Horn asked us to do, so we won't disturb you any longer." After saying that, the Watchers turned to leave.
"Please wait." The Thoughtform immediately stopped them. "Could you keep my identity confidential?"
"We have no intention of revealing it."
"Thank you."
Gaius's Divination Shop.
After receiving the Thoughtform's memories, Aaron did not know whether to laugh or