Huo Zhengkui's Trump Card

"Zhai Cai? A shut-in and a noob?" Zhang Yuanqing grumbled inwardly as he sensed the other man's emotions.

He let out a silent "Huh." This sole heir to the knightly lineage held no hostility, greed, or killing intent. That did not fit the mindset of a spy plotting to seize the Pope's relic.

Arrogance, confidence, impatience, a rather foul mood, and even a faint trace of envy. Uh, he couldn't really be envious of my Spirit Realm ID, could he? If he wanted it, I could sell him the account for 998 yuan. Zhang Yuanqing temporarily set aside his hostility toward the man and tested him. "The sole heir of the knights' lineage? The Pope's relic was just stolen, and you found this place right away. If my Insight skill hadn't shown me that you weren't lying, your actions would be highly suspicious."

Then he looked at Deng Jingguo, the Lightning Mage. "Alliance Leader, I suggest I stay and listen in. No one can fabricate lies in front of me."

Deng Jingguo nodded slightly. "That was my intention as well."

Clearly, he too did not trust this so-called sole heir to the knights' lineage, who had appeared out of nowhere and brought up the Pope's relic.

Once Zhang Yuanqing had taken a seat, Deng Jingguo looked at the knight in fur. "Mr. Zhai Cai, this is a member of our Anti-Black-and-White Alliance, a Swordsman I rely on greatly. From here on, he will represent me in speaking with you."

"A Swordsman?" Zhai Cai lounged lazily against the sofa, sizing Zhang Yuanqing up with a smile. "There aren't many Swordsmen in the First District, and even fewer in civilian organizations. Were you placed there by Heaven's Punishment, or are you from the Fu Family, that lineage of Scouts?"

His tone, posture,