It was not strange that this drunkard knew Roger had slipped free of his control, but the man firmly believed himself to be the Dawn Kingdom's third prince and knew that the Dawn Kingdom's royal family had been contaminated by the War God. He seemed unaware of recent events, yet he knew many old secrets...
Moreover, he actually believed Roger had come to find the Fallen in search of a way to resolve the War God's contamination. And it seemed that among the Fallen, high-ranking members had also been contaminated by a certain deity.
Things were starting to get interesting...
"It seems you know us quite well?" Roger looked at the drunkard, his expression unchanged, though he almost wanted to laugh.
"The Fallen know every secret in the world. Go back. Do not come again, unless you also wish to become one of the Fallen. Go back!"
This drunkard truly seemed drunk. His words were even somewhat incoherent as he repeated himself over and over, rambling incessantly. He was more or less exactly as Ragewind had described.
"Aren't you curious why I was able to create that tower just now?" Roger said with a faint smile. "I think we can exchange some information."
The scent of alcohol on the drunkard grew increasingly intense, but his gaze became clearer and clearer. "Yes, how could you create a tower? I was still wondering whether something had gone wrong with the space I wove. Could you also be one of the Fallen? But I've never heard of a Dream Weaver at your level within the church!"
"I'm not one of the Fallen. If I were, there would be no need for us to exchange information, would there?" Roger found this increasingly amusing. "What is a Dream Weaver?"
The drunkard seemed not to have