Li Si saw that Camus seemed to have guessed something and said no more. In any case, Camus was doomed today.
"Then speak. You're a smart man too."
Realizing that he had provoked a terrifying enemy and now faced certain death, Camus gave a miserable smile and shook his head.
He could not even be bothered to wonder why Li Si knew his master's plans and was still asking about his master's exact identity.
"Don't want to say it, or can't say it?"
Li Si studied Camus with interest and asked directly.
Too bad he did not know any relevant necromancy spells. Otherwise, he could have simply pulled out Camus's soul and questioned it.
Camus seemed utterly dejected after Li Si's blow, all hope gone as he nodded.
So it was the second kind. Was it a priest's vow of silence, or a mage's secrecy seal?
Either way, it was Gold-level power, not something he could forcibly break at his current strength!
But perhaps he could try a clever workaround.
"Was it King Morton Fies who ordered you?"
Camus shook his head.
It worked!
Li Si's eyes lit up. It seemed the restriction on Camus only prevented him from revealing certain specific information, rather than broadly prohibiting him from disclosing anything related to it.
But even with a weaker restriction, obtaining the information he wanted would require some skill.
"Was it Duke Hardt?"
Camus shook his head.
"Was it Duke Ramu?"
Camus shook his head.
"Was it Traid Milvian, commander of the kingdom's First and Second Legions?"
Camus shook his head.
"Was it Crocia Lacy, president of the Fies Merchant Guild, the largest merchant guild?"
Camus shook his head.
Li Si rubbed his temples. Although Camus had suffered such a tremendous blow that he was utterly disheartened and quite cooperative,