"Say'an, my old friend, I know what your opportunity is. More precisely, the entire Multiverse now knows that you must have entered the Netheril Ruins and obtained an unimaginable wealth of knowledge, right?"
To control the rhythm of a conversation, one could not wait for the other party to ask questions. Taking the initiative to challenge first was the only proper course. Even though Kane was clearly in the position of answering questions at the moment, that did not prevent the arrogant fellow from tactfully dressing up his words.
Thus, without needing much thought, the mad knight's question blurted out.
Ruins from the Netheril era... That was certainly something worth pondering.
Punk naturally knew that far too many people were aware of his opportunity by now. After all, when the Mage Guild had widely publicized information about him throughout the Multiverse over a hundred thousand years ago, the mortal world had even seen a frenzied wave of treasure-hunting for wealth from the Netheril era.
Of course, for the present-day Whisper of Destruction, such outdated information no longer needed to be kept secret. The Morningstar-tier knowledge left behind by Archmage Wedraxia was no longer useful even to the caster himself. Could any Bright Moon or Blazing Sun professional possibly still be curious about it?
In this ever-changing world, no information retained its value forever. Even earthshaking secrets were destined to gradually become worthless little stories beneath the tide of time. Just as mortals had quickly turned the experiences of the evil archmage Whisper of Destruction into legends of their tales, most Legendary professionals now mentioned Punk's knowledge with no more than a casual remark: "Good luck."
The Netheril Ruins had long since ceased to be news.
So why had Kane traveled all the way to the Faerun plane to bring up