"What nonsense are you talking about? You're a Sword-Keeper. What orders would I give you?" Folo asked, baffled.
Of course he was baffled. They were both Sword-Keepers, and Feis had looked so menacing a moment ago that Folo thought he was about to start a fight.
Why was he suddenly talking like a subordinate? No. 18 laughed. "Right, right, I'm a Sword-Keeper. But all I know how to do is kill people. I'm hardly cut out for this! I need your guidance if I'm going to do the job well."
Hearing this, Luo Yan and Musta, hidden nearby, felt a chill as they thought it through.
Was this Feis's true face? Feis had once been a warrior, no different from Carmen, Brando, and the others.
Only after becoming a Sword-Keeper had he gradually shed many of his old habits and become a shrewd, polished leader.
So it had all been an act. He had never changed. Deep down, he was still a Nirvana Adept used to doing as he pleased. He had merely been suppressing himself all this time. In truth, he was Folo's puppet.
Had Folo been guiding the shrewd, capable leader Feis appeared to be?
Cold sweat ran down Musta's back. Folo, Folo, you've hidden it well. Who would have thought you were pulling the strings behind a leader like Feis? You hold two Sword-Keeper seats all by yourself? Once suspicion took root and trust was lost, repairing it was difficult.
Now that Musta was suspicious, he immediately remembered how Folo had insisted he go in person when he sent Hua Ji to deal with the clones.
It had seemed perfectly normal at the time. But looking back now, and considering that Feis had arrived right after Musta left...
Musta suddenly felt that Folo's real aim had been