He really had the nerve to ask!
Fu Qian couldn't help admiring Yuan Fang's audacious "request."
The task itself was simple enough. The situation was anything but.
"Your demigods seem to have already made a move once, and judging by how that went, it's hard to feel confident in them."
Fu Qian made no effort to hide his doubts.
"I understand what you mean."
Yuan Fang had naturally noticed Fu Qian's lack of enthusiasm, so he hurried to explain.
"I didn't offer much input on Ballard and the others' previous actions. You could only call them a reflexive act of self-preservation."
"All I told them was that Joan and the Lord really were dead."
"Gathering people, collecting clues, taking action—that was all their own doing."
Click!
As they spoke, Yuan Fang pulled out a metal lighter and lit himself a cigarette.
"Honestly, even if I did offer advice, they might not listen."
"After all, I'm not their leader. At most, I'm just an adviser."
He took a deep drag and closed his eyes, looking blissful.
"You should be able to tell that I'm not even a demigod."
Why did every cryptic person he met have this same Professor Yu vibe?
Bookstore Owner Bernard was always smoking or drinking, too.
The scene before him made Fu Qian think of an old friend who was always appearing and disappearing without a trace.
"So what you're saying is that you don't plan to take part in the great operation to come."
As the thought crossed his mind, Fu Qian gave Yuan Fang's words a sharp interpretation.
"Of course not."
The other man opened his eyes and admitted it without hesitation.
"I'm far too frail compared to any of you. All I have is a bit of talent for fortune-telling."
"So you really can