Perhaps worried that the overly short lining would make it inconvenient to run, by the time the female player appeared behind Cheng Shi, she had already put on a long-hemmed shirt.
The two of them ran in the same direction with perfect understanding. To avoid being judged deserters by the Battle Marshal at the front of the convoy, they secretly took down quite a few Iron Law Knights along the way amid the chaos.
Of course, Cheng Shi definitely wasn't the one attacking. He had run behind his female teammate before long, handing her the position of vanguard.
The female player showed no reaction. She simply kept her head down and pressed forward, occasionally waving her hand. Several Iron Law Knights who wanted to stop them then abandoned the thought and stood there blankly.
Seeing this, Cheng Shi raised his brows slightly. He could finally confirm that she was a silent believer—and a silent Mage at that. The Master of Mime.
The two of them sprinted all the way past the foremost carriage in the convoy and into the uninhabited dense forest. Only then did the Master of Mime gradually come to a stop and look back at Cheng Shi with a slight frown.
Not knowing whether someone was secretly watching nearby, Cheng Shi simply put on an exhausted look, braced his hands on his knees, and panted heavily. Without raising his head, he asked, "Master, who are those two?"
Cheng Shi had guessed the female teammate's identity and hadn't expected a response. He was merely doing his best to play a low-scoring player who had accidentally wandered into a top-level match and knew nothing about it. Unexpectedly, the moment he asked the question, a crisp electronic sound came from beside him.
"Cheng Shi, stop pretending. I recognize you."
"???"