The next morning, when Dacoming woke from his sleep, he was startled by a line of pale blue text that suddenly appeared beside his pillow.
"Shh, don't make a sound, and don't let anyone know about our conversation,"
This message was clearly meant for him. Seeing Dacoming frozen in a standoff, with no response, the line of text changed.
"Yes, Dacoming, I'm talking to you."
Seeing this line of text, a smile involuntarily spread across Dacoming's face.
Although he didn't know the identity of the other party and didn't understand why a line of text had inexplicably appeared beside his pillow, the person had acknowledged his intelligence.
A splendid day began with a compliment from a stranger.
It seemed that his secret of being an intelligent person couldn't be hidden any longer; Dacoming had always believed that if the Actus Pirate Group wasn't annihilated, he was undoubtedly the next strategist.
Dacoming had been living comfortably for the past few days.
