"Clown..."
Zhen Xin silently savored the name of this organization, then looked at the two clowns before her, feeling a trace of doubt rise in her heart:
Why did she feel that this organization was like a flash of inspiration that had burst forth while two clowns were telling each other jokes? Was this... really a proper organization?
She pursed her lips and did not agree right away. Instead, she asked again:
"Does everyone in the Clowns... know the secrets of that world?"
"Of course!" Cheng Shi replied with absolute certainty. "Everything you want to know about them can be answered in the Clowns.
"We possess far more secret tales about the gods than ordinary players, or even peak players, and these are things the History School could never collect, no matter what.
"Because on the Isle of Hope, there are only their wills. Their secrets do not exist.
"What's more, the Dragon King is also a member of the Clowns. Even with his understanding of Memory, he still needs to search for answers about them within the Clowns. That alone shows how close we are to them."
After hearing this, Zhen Xin fell into deep thought, while Squinty Old Zhang's eyelids twitched violently.
There were a lot of secret tales about the gods in the Clowns?
Since when?
As a so-called elder, how did I know nothing about it?
Aside from Foolish Play, he could not remember hearing many secret tales himself. Moreover, whether Li Jingming had truly joined the Clowns was still uncertain. Could he really count him as one of them under these circumstances?
"..."
Could this lying clown have used the same method to trick Li Jingming into joining the Clowns?
Was he deceiving both sides?
Then which side did I count as? Or was I