Perhaps Kemei's "performance" had won One-Eyed Dragon's trust.
Or perhaps Kemei's place in the caravan, along with the supplies that had yet to arrive, left One-Eyed Dragon no choice but to compromise a little.
After a moment's thought, he finally relented.
"I understand why you want to have something to report to Hook," One-Eyed Dragon said. "I can give you one exclusive piece of information, so you won't have come all this way for nothing."
As Kemei watched expectantly, One-Eyed Dragon said, "Before the Evil Spirit became what he is—or rather, while he was alive—he was a priest of the Radiant Church in Evening Lantern Harbor."
"As for why he became an Evil Spirit after he died, I don't know."
"Take that information back with you."
"Next time you come, I expect to see every supply we ordered."
With that, One-Eyed Dragon waved him away.
One-Eyed Dragon waved him away impatiently.
Two burly thieves immediately stepped forward and seized Kemei by the wrists without a word. Their grips were like iron, squeezing hard enough to make his bones ache. Kemei struggled twice but could not break free. Half dragged and half carried, he was taken toward the cave exit.
Seeing that he was about to be thrown out, Kemei hurriedly raised his voice, panic and pleading in his tone. "Sir! One piece of information won't help the caravan! If we're going to save the people in comas, we have to investigate from every angle. This really isn't enough!"
"Give me two more!"
Until then, the thieves had merely been escorting Kemei. After that struggle, they began dragging him in earnest.
Fortunately, his resistance was not entirely wasted. One-Eyed Dragon heard him and paused for half a second. Without looking back, he said coldly, "If you want more information, deliver the