Kane's Purpose

Punk had always been the sort to speak his mind, so as usual, he ignored Kane's meaningless chatter and asked directly:

"How did you find me? Or, more precisely... how did you know I was Punk?"

Punk had actually already more or less figured out how Kane had found him. But what the caster needed to do now was seize control of the conversation and put Kane into a state where he would answer whatever Punk asked.

Because Punk was certain that if there were nothing important going on, Kane would never have come over to greet him even if he had recognized him. Since this inexplicable "old friend" had chased him across half the plaza, he most likely had some troublesome matter he wanted to discuss.

Therefore, before they began discussing anything truly important, Punk needed to keep the initiative firmly in his own hands.

Faced with the caster's question, Kane remained perfectly calm. The expressionless knight answered Punk in a casual tone:

"As for how... there wasn't much skill involved. I just arrived earlier than you did, so I noticed that among the newcomers at this meeting, including you and me, there were only three. And if the Punk-Sai'an I know successfully advanced, then he would almost certainly attend this meeting. So if I grabbed a newcomer like myself and asked directly, I'd have at least a fifty-percent chance of success.

"On the other hand... I did follow Filth Bird's instructions and deliver that pile of nonsensical drivel to the Chairman. But... aside from confirming that a certain bastard would definitely appear at this meeting, everything else could only be described as super unpleasant."

At that, Kane shook his head helplessly. It was clear that he had no fond memories whatsoever of that "super unpleasant" incident.

The unlucky