After No. 03 finished speaking, her gaze turned to Feiluo.
Feiluo was struck speechless for a moment.
It was not that No. 03's words had bewitched him. Rather, he suddenly realized that he had been too impulsive just now and had actually exposed part of their purpose.
"I..." Feiluo looked somewhat sheepishly at Angel and Nis.
Nis waved a hand, too lazy to speak. Angel said nothing either. Although Feiluo had lost some ground by revealing information, upon careful thought, it might not necessarily be a bad thing.
This group had suddenly come knocking for no apparent reason. Anyone would be suspicious.
It was not that they absolutely had to explain their purpose to No. 03, but by making her fill in the blanks herself this way, she would probably have some idea of it in her heart.
Once she had formed a conclusion, there should be more room for communication than before.
With that in mind, Angel spoke. "Do you think we came here merely to demand an apology and compensation?"
Sanders' counterquestion made No. 03's heart skip a beat. At first, she had not understood what Sanders meant, but when she saw the meaningful look in Nis' eyes beside him, she seemed to realize something... This time, even Sanders had come in person. Perhaps they had discovered far more than she had imagined—not merely the altar, nor merely matters involving Feiluo. Otherwise, there would have been no need for Sanders and Nis to come together.
What else had they discovered? What could be worth the personal visit of someone like Sanders, a figure standing at the pinnacle of the Southern Wizarding World?
Earlier, Feiluo had mentioned that the base's combat forces had all gone to the "nest"... Could it be that they had discovered the base's ultimate objective?