Waiting Three Days for a Guest

Cheng Shi did not dare take the risk, so he chose the safer method: pretending to be this Mr. Morabik's contact.

Clearly, the other party did not know Morabik. Otherwise, they would not have mistaken him for Morabik themselves. Since they did not know him, there was plenty of room to maneuver.

Of course, he had an even simpler option: blast one of them with the Death Amusement Ring, gain a Shrieking Servant bodyguard in the process, and then interrogate the other at his leisure while they were terrified.

However, using Thunder Punishment against a minor underling would be rather like using a cannon to swat a mosquito. More importantly, he was the only player nearby. If the enormous thunderclap attracted some danger, it would be difficult for him to deal with it in his current identity as a Fate Weaver. So when he could use his brain, there was no need to always think with his fists.

Thus, he spoke, piling fear onto his face as he shook his head repeatedly.

"No, no, no. You two have mistaken me for someone else. I'm not Lord Morabik. I'm one of his subordinates."

Cheng Shi had deliberately avoided every potential pitfall. He did not say who the contact was, what he had come for, or even his own name. He merely gave a vague identity, then waited for their reaction.

The two men were stunned as well. They had not expected the target to be a lackey of the target's.

They exchanged glances, somewhat puzzled. "Lord Xilolin never said there'd be another lackey. You're Mr. Morabik's contact?"

Xilolin?

They had come to wait for someone on Xilolin's orders. Why had she not mentioned this just now?

Cheng Shi was not surprised, though. After all, it was hardly unusual for the leader