Gu Tianqing drew a Tarot card, glanced at it from an angle only he could see, and smiled, "I think you wouldn't want to be resented by 'The Gods,' would you? You know, what we're doing now isn't exactly honorable."
"Hoo."
The skinny old man let out a long breath, his changing facial color returning to calm. He gave a dry laugh, his eyes coldly glaring at Gu Tianqing, "Boy, don't think that I don't know what you're up to. If you're trying to show off your wit to get more 'benefits' from your 'patron,' that's rather shallow of you."
"Ah~" Gu Tianqing made an expression of slight embarrassment at having his little scheme uncovered, patting the shoulder of the skinny old man, "At the very least, we're not enemies yet, right?" After speaking, Gu Tianqing blinked.
The skinny old man accepted this statement.
Gu Tianqing was right.
As "Knight's Candidates," they knew more than ordinary undead.
