Xue Yunfeng didn't quite understand Hydra's logic... Why would a many-headed serpent think that fighting together and suffering together made people friends?
Did the people of Toril really define friendship that simply?
But he didn't dwell on it.
The NPCs in this game were pretty intelligent, but he couldn't expect every one of them to think things through.
So Xue Yunfeng wasn't bothered that these Toril natives could be vicious schemers one moment and blunt simpletons the next.
His high-tech, magicless world had naturally developed more complicated social relationships. When no one could simply overpower everyone else, the human heart became the most terrifying weapon... Xue Yunfeng didn't believe Toril's strange little plots were the sort real people would come up with.
Snow Old Dog looked lazy, but dealing with NPCs so often had led him to read plenty of Toril's history books. His one impression was that, ruthless as the schemes were, they were also rather obvious... Maybe there just weren't enough people involved?
As long as they fooled some of the people concerned, they generally succeeded. But work backward from whoever benefited, and the traces were usually there to see.
The political dramas from his own world were more worth studying. He had to watch those several times just to understand how a cleaner quitting could bring down a magistrate, while the person who actually profited was neither that magistrate's rival nor his successor.
Ha! Who would have guessed the whole thing had been orchestrated by a magistrate in a city far away?
After watching those, Old Dog could only look at Toril and sigh at how simple a game world was.
Edna was different, though. Old School Striking King couldn't teach her every day the way a Mithril Elves leader could, but the female Priest who often