"Looks like he didn't tell you a single word again." He lowered his head and went on stripping off the leaves.
Zeng Mu stepped closer and sat down. Looking over the camphor leaves, he picked one up. Its veins were neat and symmetrical, and when he held it beneath his nose, he caught a rich, refreshing fragrance that cleared his head.
"Well, he can't possibly be using these camphor leaves to make tea." He set the leaf down.
"Heh, who knows? That fellow's mind doesn't work like anyone else's. I could tell the first time I met him. If he doesn't want to tell you, I'm not surprised in the least."
"What about you?"
Kanni shook his head. "It's part of the plan. That's what the Knight Commander said. As for what these camphor leaves are for, I don't know either. At least it probably isn't for making tea or anything like you said."
Zeng Mu shook his head helplessly, dropped the subject, and began stripping leaves alongside him.
His movements looked ordinary, but his fingers worked at astonishing speed. Kanni could barely tell whether he really had only five fingers on each hand. Otherwise, how could his mound of leaves grow so quickly? It was already about to overtake the pile Kanni had spent an hour stripping.
"All right, Elementalist Nameless, stop doing this. Leave this sort of work to people like me. Keep going and I'll have nothing left to do before dinner."
"It's fine. I'll probably be sleeping again in a bit anyway." He shrugged. "We won't be moving until after dark, right?"
"You're right," Kanni agreed. After all, sleeping during the day meant losing sleep at night. It looked as though another sleepless night lay ahead.
"By the way, have you heard about that?" Kanni raised