Count Blackmoon had, after all, been an "undying fiend" who had roamed the galaxy for centuries. Though he'd made his name as an assassin who could kill with a single strike, if he insisted on calling himself a chivalrous thief, then so be it.
Since he was such a famous chivalrous thief—and claimed to be from a tomb-raiding lineage—it seemed reasonable enough that he knew how to appraise things.
Once everything was over, Yu Lian would ask Little Gray how these things were used. There were only three treasures at most, so surely she wouldn't start talking about prohibited matters now?
Of course, even without the three treasures the dark hero had found, the cultivation materials Yu Lian had obtained from the central control room would have made this "archaeological expedition" a resounding success. He just didn't know whether the Empire, their "partner," had found anything worthwhile. He could only hope they wouldn't be swayed by either joy or sorrow.
Well, they probably could manage that. Young Sobaek struck him as the broad-minded sort.
"Speaking of which, Brother Jaeger's arrival on my side just now was so timely. That was your doing, wasn't it?"
"The old man and that young knight do seem to have a connection." Count Blackmoon didn't deny it, but countered with a question of his own. "But you, young Yu Lian, seem to think highly of him too. Why is that?"
No wonder he was a great hero who'd roamed the galaxy for a century. His senses were sharp and keen.
Why? Because Colonel Sobaek was, after all, a "good friend of the people of Earth," a lucky man who simply refused to die. Frankly, someone like him was harmless most of the time, unless he was forced by circumstances to act against his will. And