"Heh, heh!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk chuckled softly. He seemed to have picked up on something, which made him even more curious about the Old Charlatan's true identity. Yet he also found it strange. His father in this life must have known who the Old Charlatan really was, so why had no memory of it remained when he inherited this body? Had the previous Yu Lin Bloodhawk not known the Old Charlatan's true identity?
For now, though, the Old Charlatan clearly did not want him to know too much. The moment he asked about anything crucial, the old fellow ordered him to keep quiet. There was little chance of getting any further answers. He might even earn himself a scolding from the Old Charlatan for his trouble.
"Boy, why are you in such a hurry to finish the portal?" The Old Charlatan was even less eager to let Yu Lin Bloodhawk keep digging. "Don't repeat the reasons you gave me earlier. Those aren't what I want to hear!"
"Heh..." Yu Lin Bloodhawk laughed helplessly. "The main reasons really are the ones I just told you. Once the portal is complete, I can bring over some troops from the Quel'Danil Standing Army to take over affairs in Trial Valley. The people we have here now need to pull out and head to Feralas as soon as possible."
"But moving such a large force isn't easy. We'll have to adjust our troop deployments in the Hinterlands before they can march out. Otherwise, if anything happens there, everything will fall into chaos! The Hinterlands is my main base. Nothing can be allowed to go wrong there!"
"Then can't you go to Feralas first? Why do you insist on keeping this useless Trial Valley?" the Old Charlatan asked.
"A man who fails to think ahead