Brand secretly broke into a cold sweat, thinking that this guy was really difficult to deal with. He gripped the armrest of the chair and replied calmly, "I think that a normal person in this position would wonder what the person hiding behind the scenes intends to do. After all, tens of thousands of refugees are gathering south of Brags, and the nobles are reacting so slowly. These people are like a powder keg ready to explode."
"Well said," Test applauded. "And what are your intentions?"
What are my intentions? Probably to find a place to farm and upgrade my base, becoming the leader of the farming party. Brand rolled his eyes in his mind, unsure of how to answer the question. He cunningly retorted, "What are your intentions?"
