Qian Cangyi cracked the door open slightly, glanced at the corridor outside, and only fully opened the door once assured there was no one in the hallway.
Outside the room, candle flames flickered in the corridor, seemingly on the verge of going out at any moment.
"Why are the quality of these oil lanterns so poor?" Robert asked, closely following behind Qian Cangyi.
"Rather than worrying about that, you might want to consider where the oil for them comes from." Qian Cangyi continued without turning around, "We can't understand the language of the merpeople, so capturing them alive is meaningless to us. We can't question them effectively. If we encounter merpeople, our strategy is to dodge if possible, and kill if necessary."
"Hmm," Robert nodded, "So where does the oil for the lamps come from?"
"Do you think the merpeople would use fish oil for their lamps?" Qian Cangyi countered as he stuck to the wall, quickly moving towards the next room.
