White Porcelain Doll (8)
After Miyamoto left, a long silence fell over the tent.
"Could this just be scare tactics, to frighten us into staying here?"
The Mediterranean archer was the first to speak.
It was obvious he had no desire to stay here any longer.
"That's possible. They certainly haven't given us any reason to think they're being kind."
Someone immediately echoed him.
"But those people really did seem to be targeting us today."
Delin shook his head, his expression growing darker.
"I was wondering about that earlier... Now it seems this may be the explanation. We're already targets for them to hunt."
"But even if we stay, there's no guarantee things will go well for us."
The Mediterranean archer couldn't help speaking up again.
"It's obvious they're using us. They don't care whether we live or die."
"Actually, there's something else I think you should know."
Seeing that they were at an impasse, Delin glanced up at Fu Qian.
Unfortunately, the latter remained completely unmoved, so Delin had no choice but to speak for himself.
"Last night, Fu Qian noticed someone watching us... someone outside this camp."
That happened?
At his words, everyone looked at Fu Qian in surprise and suspicion.
"Why didn't you ever tell us?"
"This is my responsibility."
Delin was being fairly forthright about it.
"I asked him to keep it secret to avoid unnecessary suspicion."
"So that's why you insisted on staying? I thought you really weren't afraid of dying!"
After Delin explained, the others had little grounds to complain. But the only woman on the team already had a problem with Fu Qian, and couldn't resist taking every opportunity to sneer at him.
"No."
Fu Qian answered lazily.
"As I said, I'm here out of interest... As for whether you stay or leave,