Upon hearing Chen Li's remarks, Pearl's thought process visibly stalled for a moment.
That was an exceptionally tricky angle.
Jade set the stage, and Altair performed. One was responsible for herding all the sheep into the pen, while the other sheared them clean.
And the one who ultimately collected all that wool was precisely the shepherd who had set the stage.
"That does make sense. This... really could be a double act put on by Jade and that Altair." Pearl frowned slightly, her tone carrying a rare hint of uncertainty.
Although Pearl and Jade were colleagues, they were hardly female colleagues, and their relationship was not close enough for heartfelt confidences.
"That's what I've been saying—the people at the Interastral Peace Corporation..." Seeing Pearl's pensive expression, Chen Li could not help spreading his hands.
"Ahem, my lord, watch your words..." Pearl interrupted Chen Li with a somewhat aggrieved look.
"...This topic ends here." Chen Li wisely shut his mouth.
Hmm, once the Holy Grail War was over, he should poach Pearl.
Hopefully Diamond would do him a favor.
But then again, he had never even met Diamond. He only knew Kliper—anyone below that level, he did not know...
"But even if there's some shady scheme behind this, Altair is killing people so openly in the safe zone. As the organizer, isn't Jade going to make even the bare minimum show of a response?" Feiying, who had been left reeling by what she heard, could not help folding her arms and complaining.
Just as Feiying's complaint ended...
The airship circling above the exhibition suddenly slowed to a hover, and the loudspeaker beneath it emitted a brief burst of electrical static.
Then Jade's voice—elegant and authoritative, yet seemingly suppressing immense "grief and indignation" at this moment—rang out through the airship's broadcast-grade speakers.