Although receiving a large batch of resources for no reason was a good thing, once he considered where these Legendary materials had come from... Punk sincerely felt that he should not simply play dumb and accept everything.
As the saying went, there was always something suspicious behind the abnormal. Logically speaking, the "President" had absolutely no reason to suddenly pay such a huge price to give several "mercenaries" such lavish gifts. Yet this fundamentally impossible event had happened anyway. Without asking carefully, Punk had no way to return to his experiments with peace of mind.
Thus, beneath the blazing midday sun, the spellcaster stood impassively upon the barren land. He waited for the "President's" answer, and until that answer arrived, Whisper of Destruction would not move the sixteen packages before him back into the mage tower.
"Although I don't know what happened, this storm looks far stranger than any of those famous historical events..."
Pulling down the brim of his hood and hiding most of his face within silent shadow, Punk's gaze flickered uncertainly.
For an intelligent Legendary Mage, it was not particularly difficult to guess why the "President" was giving out "gifts" now. What was truly difficult to determine was... what kind of grand plan the "President" was preparing for through this seemingly "mad" act.
There was ultimately too little information available. Piecing together fragmented clues in a one-sided manner would only make the "truth" even more elusive. For the time being, Whisper of Destruction lacked the ability to make a judgment. Next... the information personally provided by the "President" might be more helpful in answering the spellcaster's questions than baseless speculation.
"..."
"Greetings, Mr. Whisper of Destruction. Those packages were indeed Legendary resources I placed before your mage tower. However, compared to the clearly defined word 'gift,' I