"Do you mean I can look for a chance to warn the Night Watchers that the Dancer may pose an uncertain risk?"
His solemn declaration had been casually rejected by the other party.
The mysterious "Old Wang" had left Layton utterly at a loss.
He didn't seem to be joking.
Staring at that calm face, Layton almost felt he could sense a touch of "divinity" in it. In the end, he carefully sought confirmation.
"No. Everything."
Fu Qian shook his head again and gestured between them.
"Everything we discussed? Including Gregor's theory?"
Layton was even more confused.
Offering to keep things confidential had been the most he could do.
After all, although their conversation hadn't involved much sensitive information, the other party had seemed so inscrutable that he'd probably prefer the Night Watchers not hear about certain topics.
But now he was saying, so bluntly, that there was no need? If he wasn't joking, this attitude was unbelievably brazen—
"No. By everything, I mean even what I'm doing right now. You can tell them all of it. There's nothing you can't say."
But the next moment, Layton was hit with a triple denial.
Fu Qian finally rested his hand against his own face and emphasized with a cheerful smile.
"Of course, the answer to your question just now is something you figured out for yourself. You can keep it to yourself if you like."
He really meant everything they'd discussed today... This "Old Wang" didn't even mind being exposed to the Night Watchers?
The man across from him was so easygoing, yet Mr. Layton was completely dumbfounded.
He'd never expected the other party not to care about being exposed at all.
Mysterious and inscrutable, and possibly powerful—but even if he were a true "Ancient King," Layton couldn't imagine him