"Mr. Zuo Mi, may I ask whether His Excellency 'Eman' knows anything about what you are doing now?"
"Eman? No, no, no. How could something this fun be allowed to reach that stiff old man's ears? Please don't tell him, okay? I'm begging you! Otherwise, he might lock me up again. It took so much effort for me to get out, and I haven't had nearly enough fun yet!"
"..."
You hadn't had enough fun? If your Eman found out what you had done, he might be so furious he would black out!
Punk had only one assessment of everything Walkerway was doing right now: Red Robed Mages were simply far too good at sabotaging themselves! The Pantheon did indeed want to muddle through and even scheme against Mestur, but they were not punching bags meant to endure anything thrown at them. After the mad Red Robed Mage turned an act into reality and killed a Morningstar Priest, how was the unfortunate Pantheon supposed to keep up this little play? Or, on a broader scale, who would dare cooperate with the lunatics of the Red Robed Mage Guild in putting on an act ever again?
The Morningstar Mage did not know whether "Dead Wen Feng Lantern" understood what his original mission had been, but it was obvious that this brain-dead stunt he had pulled could never have been an order from "Eman," chairman of the Red Robed Mage Guild.
Hadn't Walkerway himself said so? Having tossed every plan aside, he had forcibly opened twice as many Abyssal Rifts as the "script" required. It was precisely because there were too many such Abyssal Rifts that Punk and the other Morningstar Professionals, who had originally only needed to sit in Mithril Royal City and put on a show, had been forced to