Arguments and evidence always had an effect greater than the sum of their parts.
Faced with the discoveries Fu Qian had laid out, the expressions on Amira and Reginald's faces looked even more rusted than the objects themselves.
It was obvious they weren't unable to see certain things. They'd simply chosen to ignore them.
Which made the effect all the more powerful.
"So what exactly are you trying to say?"
That was how it played out: Reginald put on a stern face and asked Fu Qian the suicidal question outright.
"Good. Being willing to face a problem is always the first step. But we'd better keep walking while we talk."
Fu Qian carried himself with great authority, showing no interest in continuing to mock them. As he spoke, he kept moving forward, fiddling with the rusted gun in his hands.
He'd promised Simon he would hurry along. Even if the lambs he'd mentioned were lost, a promise was still a promise.
The lambs had clearly picked up on his attitude. As they watched him with complicated expressions, Fu Qian had already cracked open the gun's chamber.
It was empty.
"Looks like it's the same as that sword. It never got to fulfill its duty."
After showing it to Amira and Reginald, Fu Qian sighed and casually put it back together.
"So, according to you, a month ago, dense fog descended from the sky, and deformed castoffs roamed through it. The desolation we've seen along the way was all caused by that?"
"It sounds like a coherent story, but there are a few problems."
"First, we haven't come across any living people or corpses along the way."
"Second, both weapons we found look as though they've been abandoned for quite some time, far longer than a month."
"Lastly, I don't know