Qin Ran's tone was low, carrying his habitual indifference.
Yet those words made all fourteen Southern Councilors shudder.
Even Aitfen, the nominal leader among the fourteen Southern Councilors, was no exception.
This Southern Councilor, who had always addressed people in a mild manner, had no choice but to take a deep breath and calm his turbulent heart.
"He..."
"Are you certain it's him?"
There was no trace of Aitfen's usual gentleness in his voice, only heaviness and solemnity.
Qin Ran did not answer.
He merely swept his gaze over Aitfen and remained silent.
Aitfen froze.
Then, he understood.
His question just now had been truly terrible!
Not only had it revealed how little they knew about that being, but it had also exposed the fact that they knew nothing at all about the situation in Aitandinburg.
Without question, they had been placed at a disadvantage.
What was worse, this had been his mistake. No one else would bear responsibility for it.
And that was indeed the case.
The other Councilors, who had only just caught on, were looking at him with disappointment and reproach.
A bunch of pretentious bastards!
Aitfen cursed inwardly, then let out a faint sigh.
He had been careless!
The newly emerged "God" had thrown him into complete disorder.
However, as one of the most outstanding Southern Councilors, Aitfen quickly regained his composure.
"Your Highness Colin, what do you require?"
Aitfen asked.
"What do you think information about a God can be exchanged for, Councilor Aitfen?"
Qin Ran asked in return.
Anything concerning a "God" possessed tremendous value.
In some respects, it could even be considered priceless.
Ordinary Gold Pintons certainly could not serve as bargaining chips.
At the very least, Rare Tier magical equipment would be needed as payment.
But precisely because of that, Aitfen found