Of course, only he would think of such things now. At this moment, Motan was very clear, after logging into the game again with an absolutely neutral personality, even if he were to have the same opportunity, he wouldn't do anything to Luna.
"Should I consider going to Misha County and pretending to be myself to gather more information?"
Motan mumbled to himself as he made his way downstairs, wearing a deep blue robe, with an illusion morphing his face into a lively looking old dwarf with a monocle, looking intelligent and refined.
The human girl guarding outside respectfully bowed her head: "Director, are you going back?"
"Yes, thank you for your hard work, dear Bella." Motan smiled, patted the cloth bag at his waist, and turned to walk towards the hall, saying over his shoulder without looking back, "Don't tell others that I've been here today, these books are not suitable for children. If my wife finds out, I'm done."
