Conclusion one: Scrooge had already made his sarcastic remark.
Conclusion two: Charlotte hadn't gained immunity from it. If anything, she was even more on edge.
After delivering the killer line, Fu Qian looked at Charlotte, whose face was even more twisted than the first time, and silently drew his conclusions.
Unfortunately, he was now the last person to "turn in his paper," and "really had no idea what it tasted like."
"Left Hand, I'm curious what kind of puzzle you ran into that took you so long."
Staring hard at him, Charlotte's face visibly shifted from red to green. But in the end, he didn't blow up. Instead, he chose to pick at Fu Qian's sore spots, calling attention to how long he'd taken.
That's exactly what I was waiting for you to say.
Fu Qian frowned as though something had just occurred to him, then turned to the Sage Old Man.
"Sage... could there be a puzzle that's completely incomprehensible?"
Completely incomprehensible?
The question clearly surprised the Sage, who had been studying him. For a moment, the golden staff's wings spun, and he didn't answer right away.
"What do you mean? How did you come up with an answer if you couldn't understand it?"
Charlotte, who'd been ignored, was nearly unable to hold back his anger. He clearly wasn't about to let Fu Qian joke his way out of this.
"I tested it."
Fu Qian answered the question seriously and without hesitation.
"Only a problem that someone can understand can constrain them. In theory, the situation you describe shouldn't exist. Tell me what the problem was."
The Sage Old Man had finished observing him and apparently confirmed that Fu Qian hadn't gone mad. At last, he spoke.
"I can't describe it."
Fu Qian shook his head, his answer still