Gis gazed down at the groveling man and continued to command, "Speak carefully, tell me where you encountered this new type of weapon you've mentioned…"
He didn't expect this man to bring him any useful information, considering seeing this person merely as a favor to save face for his capable subordinates.
At this moment, he found himself a tad interested in the beggar kneeling on the ground, as he had noticed something telling—this man didn't seem like trouble.
There was a yearning in the other's eyes, as if he truly intended to extort money from him. Gis had seen this look too often; a person with no cards up his sleeve wouldn't have such a gaze.
The beggar kneeling on the ground, now somewhat less tense, began to describe his past with caution, "My lord, I, I used to make a living in the Vicious Forest."
