For Mr. A, saying something like that counted as lying.
It had already taken the unfailingly blunt Mr. A considerable effort to pretend he did not recognize a woman who had attended his Beyonder Gatherings. After all, whenever Nimrod recalled how Mr. A had assassinated the ambassador back then, he could not help marveling at the man's honesty-and the Aurora Order's poverty.
Still, bluntness had its advantages. Upon hearing Mr. A's words, Fors's expression froze. She opened her mouth, momentarily at a loss for how to respond.
Thoughts raced through Fors's mind, and she immediately gave a dry laugh.
"You've misunderstood. My friend and I were just..."
Before Fors could finish, Mr. A turned his gaze back to her and said coldly:
"I saw the door a Traveler opened. But you don't seem to be a Traveler... Do you possess a corresponding Beyonder item?"
What on earth is a Traveler? Cold sweat immediately beaded on Fors's forehead.
Just then, Nimrod sighed and addressed Fors with a smile.
"Madam Wall, Backlund really hasn't been safe lately. I wouldn't advise coming somewhere like this-don't worry, my friend is a Beyonder too. We won't report you to the Church."
Compared with this gentleman, Mr. Dionysus sounds like an angel!
At Mr. Dionysus's words, Fors relaxed a little. She was just trying to work out what to say when Mr. A spoke ominously from beside him.
"Miss Fors, if I remember correctly, your manuscript for this week..."
Why did you have to bring that up? Fors's face stiffened again, even more than before.
"Well, I'll hand it in as soon as possible..."
"Tomorrow is the deadline."
After saying this, Mr. A nodded silently, as though he had merely been making a routine inquiry, paying no attention whatsoever to Fors's subsequent reaction.
Nimrod glanced over