So the Night Watchers had appeared here not because they'd discovered the Native Council's unlawful activities, but because they'd come to pay their respects to the Lone King?
At that moment, Fu Qian didn't move. He let the "leeches" on his body feed.
He had to admit, that was a beautiful response.
Since your behavior was so unfathomable it was almost inhuman, and you didn't care in the slightest about the changes to your body or the Night Watchers' intimidation, then why not help speed things along?
That way, I could see whether you really weren't afraid, and put you to use as a Tool Person while I was at it.
Fu Qian could understand the thinking behind this change.
Needle Witch really did have many tricks up her sleeve. This was a masterful way of using a small force to overcome a great one, and her use of the resources at hand was effortless.
But that was the strength of an open ploy: even such a clever response didn't mean there was no cost, or that nothing would be revealed.
He had still gained something.
First of all, it was indeed Needle Witch over there, and Ragdoll really was here to test him.
Second, the Night Watchers seemed more low-key than usual on this trip. They didn't appear eager to start a fight.
Lastly, they also seemed interested in the "Lone King."
So what exactly were they after?
In that silent exchange, all sorts of conjectures sprang to Fu Qian's mind, including what role the Native Council might be playing in all this.
Splash—
But in this grand and fervent court of the Lone King, there was clearly little time for quiet contemplation.
As Fu Qian gazed at the bashful Ragdoll, another strange sound rang out. It was coming