The two sides stood in silent confrontation for over ten seconds before the old man finally spoke. "It's not that I don't want to tell you about the Strange Dream Maze. It's that I can't say it."
Vier frowned slightly at that. "You mean your organization strictly forbids its members from revealing that information?"
"You can think of it that way. I'm merely an ordinary member within the organization. As for the detailed information and who is involved, even if I wanted to tell you, I couldn't say it. It isn't a matter of whether I can or can't—it's simply impossible for me to say it."
Vier didn't believe him at first, but when Mystic Thread read his memories, she discovered that there was not a single piece of information related to the organization in the old man's mind.
"I can't talk about anything involving the key details, but I don't mind telling you the basic structure of this association. In truth, the Strange Dream Maze is more like a gathering of powerful people. When everyone has nothing to do, they get together, exchange opinions, and sometimes offer each other help, such as jointly dealing with a dangerous enemy. In theory, when an enemy threatens the organization, everyone should take action, but that situation has never arisen so far."
"So I can take it that you have entered some kind of joint pact? Usually, you are a loose organization, but when help is needed, everyone can still choose to act on their own initiative?" Vier asked.
"That's right. The decision of whether to act rests with each individual member. Though we are loose, there are still superior-subordinate relationships within the organization. When superiors order subordinates to do something, we cannot refuse."
"Is the strongest one Immortal Rank?"
"Yes."
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