"Hmph, the successor to Lord of Mist Island? That could be a bit troublesome..."
Upon hearing his "opponent" take the initiative to ask, Fu Luo merely nodded noncommittally.
"I don't actually mind settling this right here, but... you two came here with missions from your respective organizations, didn't you?"
"I was entrusted with this mission, and I'd rather not gamble everything on an encounter right after entering the [Instance]..."
Fu Luo slowly spoke. "Of course. Although I'm not a member of the 'Order,' I came here representing the 'Order,' so if you want to fight, I'll see it through to the end."
"However, personally speaking, fighting you two takes lower priority than completing the mission the 'Order' assigned me."
Fu Luo leaned back against the seat and crossed his legs.
"To put it bluntly, although none of us can really be considered insignificant, this mission involves something huge. In the end, we're merely pawns sent to 'transmit the coordinates'... Is there really any need to fight to the death here?"
"Why don't we just proceed with the mission step by step, and then... leave the rest to the big shots?"
After Fu Luo finished speaking, Nineteen stared at him for a long while before laughing.
"Good! Lord Sherlock makes a fair point!"
"To be honest... this isn't even our 'Marauders' business. I was merely ordered by my superiors to come take a look at the situation—Chlorpromazine, what do you think?"
Although the "ninja" was a member of the "Psychology Society," he had not spoken at all.
Upon hearing Nineteen's words, Chlorpromazine smiled.
"I also think there's no point in fighting here."
With those words, both sides reached a tacit agreement to a truce.
With the motionless Jue and the mysterious Gas Mask who had urged them to stop fighting serving