And all the troublesome and exhausting tasks were given to An Su and his pals.
Merlin's thoughts became increasingly clear.
To have a holiday and hardly lift a finger—that was a win-win situation.
Merlin and An Su caught each other's gaze, cataract meeting glaucoma in a brief touch before retracting, each discerning a tacit understanding in the other's eyes. Merlin then coughed and said, "If it's for the noble cause of the Holy Light, even a slight deviation from the norm can be acceptable."
"Naturally," An Su agreed with devout eyes, nodding, "We are all for the noble cause of the Holy Light."
"All this you're saying is just conjecture up to this point."
Merlin coughed slightly, opting for a safer approach,
"We still know nothing about the number of cultists, their hiding places, personnel distribution, organizational structure, their parents' social relations, home addresses, and family income situations."
