Frod choked up, opened his mouth, and found himself at a loss for words.
Recently, Frod had actually been reflecting on whether he should stop wasting manpower on this Strange Affairs Group. After all, even now, there was not the slightest glimmer of dawn in sight.
And besides, if it truly involved authority, how could Dream Realm residents possibly notice it so easily?
Frod himself was already denying his own efforts, so when Sanders said they would rely on these reports to search for that scattered authority, Frod had deeply doubted it.
Did Sanders truly have the ability, in Dream Wilderness, to find authority through these reports that even Frod himself considered somewhat unreliable?
If they failed to find it, would he not become a sinner?
Frod wanted very much to voice his thoughts, but he worried that saying them aloud might displease Sanders. Thus, he could only stand rooted to the spot, endlessly pressing his lips together in conflict.
Sanders paid no attention to Frod. Instead, he picked up the Strange Affairs Group Investigation Report again and flipped through it once more, seeming to want to sort through its contents anew.
In the silent air, all Frod could hear was his own uneasy heartbeat and the rustling of pages as Sanders turned them. That rustling was like a torture: a sword hung over his head, and every time the pages rustled, the sword above descended another inch.
After enduring this psychological pressure for a while, Frod could no longer bear it and took the initiative to break the silence.
"My lord, the Strange Affairs Group Investigation Report I compiled may not be of any use. It is filled with the ramblings of Dream Realm residents, even rumors. There is not much reliable information in it. We may not be