However, now that he thought about it, they were merely acting as "middlemen." Did they need to treat it with such solemnity?
Angel found it a little strange. Perhaps it had something to do with the "registration" Little Green had mentioned earlier?
"My apologies for keeping you waiting, sir." Little Green wore an apologetic expression. "The main reason was that a... major client came to the branch earlier."
When Little Green mentioned the "major client," her tone noticeably paused, carrying a barely perceptible attempt at concealment. If anyone else had caught the details in her eyes, they would probably have begun imagining the identity of this "major client." So secretive—definitely some great figure, perhaps even an important person from the surface.
In truth, Little Green was indeed trying to guide Angel's thoughts, making him fill in the blanks and suggest things to himself.
But Little Green's performance had been wasted on the wrong person.
With his God's-eye view, Angel could see the so-called "branch" perfectly clearly. There was no major client, no manager—nothing at all...
Still, Angel did not expose her. Instead, he followed her lead. "A very important client?"
Little Green still wore that guarded expression. "We must keep our clients confidential. Please forgive me, but I cannot answer."
Angel seemed to come to a realization, his expression thoughtful. "It seems I chose the right people this time."
Little Green smiled. "Trust your choice. Our Hermit Society..."
Just as Little Green spoke the name of her organization, she suddenly paused and muttered under her breath, "I think I said too much. But it doesn't matter... I trust our guest, and I trust that the manager will not mind such things."
Angel remained perfectly calm inside, but outwardly he cooperatively asked, "Hermit Society? Is that the name of your studio?