Xi Mengfan was carefully choosing his words, trying to walk back what he had said, when a message token appeared in Xu Yi's palm. "The Archpriest has only one requirement: whoever gets a slot must be a Night Walker. If you think that's acceptable, Brother Xi, drip some blood onto the token and join my Station Number Seven."
Xi Mengfan froze. Now that the moment had come, despite having thought it through long ago, he was still hopelessly conflicted.
Xu Yi didn't rush him and waited quietly. After more than thirty breaths, Xi Mengfan said in a low voice, "If I get this slot and become a poacher, I won't have to hand over the treasures I find, will I?"
Xu Yi shook his head. "I told you, this is a slot specially granted by the higher-ups to reward you for your contribution."
Xi Mengfan asked no more questions. He took the message token and dripped his blood onto it. Light rippled across its surface, then vanished.
He wasn't afraid Xu Yi would deceive him. As he'd said before, he and Xu Yi were grasshoppers tied to the same string. If Xu Yi dared to trick him over this, he knew Xi Mengfan would be willing to drag them both down with him.
Xu Yi smiled. "Congratulations, Brother Xi. You're officially a Night Walker of my Station Number Seven."
Xu Yi wasn't trying to fool Xi Mengfan. That message token had indeed been blank. As the station chief of Station Number Seven, he had a few blank tokens and the authority to use them to recruit people.
Xi Mengfan wasn't a devout believer, so even after joining the Night Walkers, he would always be branded an outsider. Only if he became a devout believer one day might he be entrusted