More often than not, lies really were what people wanted to hear.
Even when they were actually the truth, just mistaken for lies.
Taking the lead, Fu Qian began to reflect on life in a rather unconventional way.
The carriage, carrying two and a half demigod envoys, followed a few dozen meters behind him.
Of course, Aiko and the demigod puppet stayed much closer, flanking Fu Qian to make sure he had no chance to run off along the way.
Fu Qian made no comment on their arrangement.
Losing a prey was one thing, but he simply knew far too much.
The Hunting Squad would never let him get away easily and spread the word about them.
In fact, Fu Qian was even quite satisfied with how things stood.
Although they had traded blows and their thoughts had shifted several times during that last exchange, it had taken no more than a few minutes.
And a fight that had been impossible to avoid had ended with remarkable efficiency in a peaceful resolution—and even earned him a few hired hands.
That was the charm of a gentleman who settled things with words instead of fists!
"So you actually look pretty happy?"
Since Fu Qian had neither lowered his visor nor made any effort to hide how relaxed he was, Aiko, walking beside him, studied him for a while before finally asking.
"Why wouldn't I be happy? We're going to break the cage."
Fu Qian looked at her in surprise.
Clearly, Old Man Xiumeng hadn't used some kind of long-distance telepathy to explain the whole situation to her.
Aiko's question might have come from genuine surprise, but more likely, given her unease, she was probing him on instinct.
"But are you really sure you'll be able to escape once the cage