The man shuddered in horror hearing the coldness in Anton's voice, and his horror only tuned worse seeing the knives gleaming with darkness. "I'll answer . . . I'll answer . . . Ask me anything . . ." he repeated a couple of times in fear of Anton.
"Good," Anton said. The coldness was still in his eyes as in the blades. "Davin," he looked at Davin, who seemed to be mesmerised by his act. "Davin," he asked again.
"Yes," Davin said, nodding. He moved towards the guy who was frightened still on the ground. "Tell me how Theiron got so many participants to work for him?"
The guy looked at Anton again before opening his mouth. "It's because of the flag . . . With the flag, anyone can be a king in the test ground for some time. Master Theiron found a flag just after teleporting here, and he claimed a region with it."
"That seems a valid reason," Anton said from behind. "What is the usage of the flag other than claiming a region?"
