At the words "professional guide," the head by the table leg began shaking frantically.
No, no! He wasn't a guide!
He didn't know anything!
How was he supposed to lead the way? He didn't even know that damned researcher's name, what they looked like, or whether they were male or female. He only knew that such a "project" existed from scattered bits of intelligence among the Creation Society's upper ranks. How could he possibly be a guide?!
But when he met Bai Zhu's calm eyes, carrying a hint of "small anticipation," all those excuses lodged in his throat and became a string of meaningless breaths.
His courage had long since been carved away, slice by slice, along with the rest of his body by the man before him.
Now, all he had left was fear.
"Don't... know... I... really..."
The Pope's lips trembled like fallen leaves in an autumn wind, and his voice was so soft that even he could barely hear it.
"What did you say?" Milluki was already furious, and this only made him more impatient. He shoved his fat face closer, his ear nearly pressed against the Pope's lips. "Speak up! Didn't you eat?!"
The Pope's lips trembled even harder.
He looked at Milluki's face, which plainly said, "If you don't explain yourself, I'll toss you into a microwave and blast you on high for two minutes," then glanced at Bai Zhu beside him, leisurely wiping down his Zanpakuto. Finally, in utter despair, he clamped his mouth shut even tighter.
If he said he didn't know, he would die now.
If he made something up, he might die faster—and more horribly.
He couldn't choose. He could only remain silent, tuck his one remaining head in tighter, and hope he could turn into an inconspicuous stone.
Meanwhile,