Inside the Inn, lamplight flickered.
Ren Ye sat by the entrance, swept his eyes over the Front Hall, and made up his mind.
First, he had won the previous round and gained an advantage, so he would most likely be everyone's target in this round. But that could not be helped.
In a small group, anyone who performed too "well" and possessed an advantage the others lacked was bound to be targeted, especially under extreme circumstances.
That was human nature. It had nothing to do with morals or factions. Even some teammates with extreme personalities would not necessarily want you to be too strong.
Since he was destined to draw everyone's fire, he had to work out how to avoid the risks.
There were two ways of thinking about it.
First, if a player was hesitant and indecisive by nature, they might not readily vote for him. They would also fear that Ren Ye might be a teammate. If they voted wrong, the advantage he had just gained would be lost. Second, they would consider that Ren Ye could mobilize too many votes. If their vote proved ineffective, they would have wasted an opportunity.
Second, since Ren Ye had identified Li Yan as a teammate and knew that the person carrying the Thatched Hall Chronicle belonged to an opposing faction, other players might possess similar information-for example, they might already have identified their teammates or confirmed who their opponents were.
Everyone had different information, so Ren Ye could not consider the problem solely from his own perspective.
If some of the players present had grudges against each other, their votes might split as they attacked one another.
Thus, what Ren Ye needed to do now was sway the players who were still watching and waiting, make them feel that he