"Where to?"
No matter how calm Fu Qian's tone was, the abrupt turn in the conversation was simply too much.
The Messenger, who had seemed to have lost the ability to speak, couldn't help standing up for his own interests.
He'd been summoned at a moment's notice, and before he'd even figured out what was going on, he'd already been assigned a job.
Even for a nightmare, this was a bit too dark.
"Anywhere is fine. Don't worry, we can afford the admission fee."
Fu Qian's reply remained casual. He glanced at the Witch.
She didn't say a word, clearly having no objections to the arrangement.
"Aren't you worried I have ulterior motives, and that I'll lead you somewhere dangerous... into one of their traps?"
The Messenger could no longer contain his emotions. His outburst proved without a doubt that he'd overheard the conversation between the two of them.
"Don't worry. Even if you don't have ulterior motives, you'll still lead us into a trap."
Fu Qian waved a hand, still as casual as ever, though his words were exceptionally cutting.
His meaning was simple: you didn't need to worry about acting with malicious intent. Even if you wanted to, you weren't capable of it.
The Messenger had clearly taken a serious hit. As a God Eater, his helplessness was plain to see.
Though Fu Qian's words hadn't actually been meant as a malicious attack.
It was simply his judgment based on the situation. If he hadn't thought that way, there would've been no point in calling the Messenger out again.
Their interactions so far had almost proved that the prisoners had thoroughly poisoned the Messenger's mind, to the point that his personality seemed to have split into several parts.
He might still be capable of holding a normal