The other party is cheating! They have no respect for martial ethics!
"Khaki" is raging mad.
But right now, apart from futilely cursing at invisible entities, he can't do anything. All he can do is watch wide-eyed as the kind-looking but crafty old man asks him:
"How many people do you have?"
"Over 1,000 people, all rescued by Sir Morphy from the city and relocated to survivor camps. The most formidable and loyal members were selected to be part of the 'Cardman Self-Rescue Army' that Sir Morphy established. The rest will serve Sir Morphy as basic labor."
Khaki sees his character spilling the secrets uncontrollably, and he is shocked that the player interface is still functioning, translating his words into the local language via the psychic projection.
Old Finoc is not unfamiliar with these spiritual energy beads.
He carefully reads the spiritual energy letters projected from the bracelet on Khaki's wrist, nods, and asks again:
"In your eyes, what kind of person is Morphy?"
