"Truth? Oh! Ser Lucian, please pity this old man and make yourself clearer, would you?" Ser Veld was on the verge of a breakdown.
"Now, I only have one last question," Ian did not answer. Instead, he brought up an old question. "Are you certain that, when you fought the Ghosts of White Wall City, you saw a three-headed black dragon?"
"Why are you bringing that up?" Veld seemed to have been questioned about this too many times. He immediately made a gesture of oath.
"I swear on my honor that what I saw was a Black Dragon on a Red Field. They asked me too, but I've said it countless times! Black dragon! Black dragon! I'm certain it was a black dragon!" By the end, Veld could no longer restrain his tone, sounding almost like he was roaring.
"I remember you fought that bandit knight from White Wall City at night?"
"The Black Falcon Mercenaries you recruited told you that too?"
"That isn't important. The important thing is, was the lighting bright? Your fight took place inside a house. Was it well lit?"
"The lighting? The whole village was burning at the time." Veld sank into his memories. "But the house where we fought was backlit, and it was pitch-black inside. Still, my eyesight is excellent. I could see things perfectly well in the dark." He added this in defense.
"You could see things clearly in the dark, but you couldn't possibly distinguish colors. Human eyes have difficulty truly seeing color in darkness." Ian smiled and shook his head. In the dark, human eyes primarily relied on rod cells, which could only distinguish light from dark, not colors.
"Couldn't?" This was the first time Veld had heard such a claim.
"Yes, I'm quite certain, Ser Veld. If that room