"Ridiculous!"
"Absurd!"
"Do you take us for fools you can deceive with a few offhand words?"
Naturally, everyone was disdainful upon hearing this.
Roy was not angry. Instead, he felt a little more appreciation and pity.
His appreciation was genuine.
Even among the natives, true talents could emerge. Those forged through bloodshed and battle were like True Gold tempered in fire.
His pity was genuine as well.
Their innate limitations were right there. No matter how outstanding they were, they could never go very far.
"You say you can save the world?"
Nakasan suddenly asked.
"Sir Nakasan?"
The Hunter King and Nilad looked at him in surprise.
"I know you want to fish information out of me, but believe it or not, I really don't care about these things at all.
"So there's no harm in telling you for free."
Roy chuckled, his tone carrying a hint of profound meaning.
"Because you once defeated this incarnation of mine...
"To be honest, I really do admire you!"
"He's trying to stall for time..."
The Hunter King and the others secretly warned each other.
But then they saw that Anjali seemed to have received some instruction and stopped.
She simply stood there quietly, with no intention of trying again.
"Have you given up?"
Everyone was astonished.
Nakasan remained unmoved. "Don't be impatient. Let's hear what he has to say first."
Seeing that he had another plan, everyone could only settle down for the time being, half-convinced.
Thus, beneath the moonlit sky, in this dangerous place—a seemingly ordinary farmhouse courtyard—a few people stood around as though they were neighbors dropping by for a casual chat.
The ghostly shadows flashing outside from time to time revealed that this place was far from ordinary, making the scene in the courtyard seem even stranger.
Roy said,