"Fair enough, but does he really have that much say? I thought your team made decisions together."
His expression was so honest and natural that, for a moment, the clown who had taken over Yuan Fang's deck chair really did seem like the Dark Prophet.
Fu Qian didn't question his explanation. He sat there chatting calmly, even opening his helmet again. All he needed was a handful of sunflower seeds.
"At least, that's more efficient in the Death Angel's eyes. For example, when he's secretly guiding them."
Another bombshell. The clown clearly didn't care much about team spirit, but he nodded toward the lord and continued to say things that stunned Fu Qian.
So a core team was calling the shots, remotely steering the outer members into acting as cannon fodder?
Fu Qian's guess about the lords' fate had been confirmed. He nodded slightly.
"Got it. So that's how the Black Doctor knew the name Death Angel. But guidance and enlightenment should be two different things, right?"
As the first contestant to provide information about the Death Angel, how could Fu Qian have forgotten the one lurking in the lake?
"Of course. The Death Angel can sense who the lucky ones are, then slip a few things in along the way and guide them to work toward the desired outcome."
The clown seemed to have no concept of confidentiality, tossing out his leader's classified information as if it cost nothing.
"Like opening that gate."
Fu Qian clicked his tongue, looking thoroughly pleased with the gossip.
If the clown was telling the truth, then perhaps one could infer Lord A'wei's intentions from all the demigods' actions.
Like the Gate of Freedom, which had affected the entire ecosystem of Unseen Hill.
And then there was the "Eternal Night" plan, which had already