Chapter 847: The Two-Faced Clown
In Soaring Bird City, within the palace.
In a secret chamber, Torin, Mike, and Wyatt opened their eyes simultaneously, their expressions a mixture of excitement and relief.
"Have a drink before you go," Torin’s voice drifted calmly from the darkness of the chamber. "I bought some spirits from the dwarves. Take a bottle with you. And what happened tonight... stays buried in your hearts."
"As you command, My Lord," Mike and Wyatt replied, their tone deeply respectful.
The title "My Lord" they used was not just a formality. In the human kingdom, it typically referred to a noble who possessed a fiefdom. Torin, with his title and his territory, certainly fit the description. Furthermore, "My Lord" held more promise for the future than a simple "Master."
"Go on now," Torin added. "And remember to walk slowly. Make sure the night watch sees you."
"We understand, My Lord."
After Mike and Wyatt departed, the secret chamber fell into an profound silence. Torin’s heartbeat, at first slow, began to quicken, then pound, until finally, he broke into a fit of hysterical laughter that slowly subsided back into stillness.
Composing himself, Torin entered the Survivor’s Platform.
"I need ten more sets of those puppet artifacts," he sent in a message to a powerful contact he had made on the Platform. The puppet artifacts he had just used were single-use items, impossible to recover. They were also an extreme method for eliminating future troubles.
"My toys are fun to use, aren’t they? Hahaha!" The reply that came back was supremely confident. "I have plenty of them. But what can you offer me in exchange?"
Torin fell silent. In truth, as an Alpha-tier survivor, he possessed few items of real value. Aside from the collection of miniature buildings he had been accumulating, he had little else to offer. He knew those miniatures were important; he had realized it the first time he used one.