Faint yet tenacious, the little flame inside the glass lantern stubbornly held its own, carving out a space for conversation in the darkened room.
As they watched it, they could almost feel it flicker gently, like a heartbeat.
"What do you mean?"
Olyntel, however, gave him no more time to observe. Fu Qian's words had provoked a strong reaction.
"Your assessment of Mr. Wenlos seems rather condescending."
Fu Qian shook his head as he looked around.
"Deceiving himself was his choice, not yours. Do you really think you're capable of changing that?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Simple. I think that if you tell Mr. Wenlos about our conversation just now, he'll thank you profusely and still stick to his original view."
"So although you seem to hold the power to decide whether to tell him the truth, in reality, the outcome is still entirely up to him."
"You're too eager to find an advantage over him. That'll only make you lose faster."
As he spoke, Fu Qian's gaze settled on one spot.
In the blurry shadows of the corner, there were actually several lanterns piled up.
"Me? Lose to an ordinary person?"
Olyntel was nearly laughing with rage.
"You've already lost once, and even in the realm of charm. By the way, can those lanterns over there be lit? The lighting here really isn't very good. Or do your injuries need a dark environment to heal?"
Fu Qian twisted the knife casually, gesturing toward the corner with his chin.
"No need. Make yourself at home."
That remark had clearly left Olyntel bleeding. He took several breaths before speaking again.
"But don't worry. No one's hiding in the unseen corners."
"Then I'm relieved. As a polite person, I prefer to cause as little disturbance as possible."
Fu Qian nodded.
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