Soothed by Watanabe Haruka and Ji Xiaoxiang, the two guides, Li Qingming quickly regained his composure.
But he knew that the inexplicable dialogue was not due to a loss of rational control, but simply excitement from his newfound knowledge.
The coat represented far more than he was aware of; it was not just an identity, a profession, a set of skills, but also a personality, a soul, a story.
As guides are always kind-hearted, sentinels are somewhat neurotic.
The less intelligent elves are always the kindest, and prisoners have fragile hearts beneath their tough exteriors.
Jingzhe is gluttonous, craftsmen are desperate.
He discarded those tools and ultimately transformed himself.
They were not isolated, craftsmen seemed to have good relationships with guides and sentinels, but the Dark Elf had ended their peaceful daily life, and this might have had something to do with the Jester.
Amidst his musings, a cold metal piece made contact with Li Qingming's forehead.
