But ridiculous as it was, no one dared laugh.
Those who could remain here, even Players who had never met the Myriad Realm Trader, knew more or less about the temperament of this sole NPC.
It corresponded to the color of the robe he wore.
The Red-clad Trader had a fiery temper and loved battle;
the Blue-clad Trader was gentle, timid, and cowardly;
the Yellow-clad Trader was cunning and unpredictable.
The one before them wore a yellow robe, so he was undoubtedly the cunning and inscrutable one.
Mocking him to his face would be no different from asking for trouble.
Better endure it.
Fortunately, the Yellow-clad Trader's ridiculous movements did not last long.
After gesturing for a while, he seemed to have found what he wanted to see.
His short arms dropped to his sides, and his small body stopped spinning.
The opening of his oversized hood turned toward the woman not far away once more as he spoke.
"Guest, your situation is rather complicated..."
Xu Xiao blinked, the worry in her eyes deepening.
Sun Ying raised her brows beside her and asked on the woman's behalf.
"How is it complicated?"
"Extremely complicated..." The Yellow-clad Trader shook his head, his tone melancholy. "I checked the backend of your Data Panel and traced back through your past operation logs. I found that your memories were erased by higher-level commands."
"Mm... administrator privileges were likely used."
"Huh?" Xu Xiao said nothing, but Sun Ying reacted first. "What administrator privileges? Can you put it in terms we can understand?"
Perhaps guessing that this noisy Spirit Clan woman was close to his guest, the Yellow-clad Trader did not interrupt her as he had reprimanded Ragnar earlier.
Instead, he turned his head slightly, showing Sun Ying the shadow beneath his oversized hood, where no gaze