The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!

The atmosphere in the room turned somewhat awkward.

Andrew widened his eyes slightly as he looked at Bi'an the Sixth.

Bi'an the Sixth kept his usual playful demeanor, staring at Andrew and waiting for an answer. After a long while, Andrew could only awkwardly reply, "Did you forget? He had just introduced me earlier. My name is Duru, the commander of the Blood Elf and Dragon Mercenary Group."

"But 'Duru' isn't a name that a Blood Elf would use." Bi'an the Sixth said while flipping through the notebook in his hands, "Names like Andrew or Drue might be used by Blood Elves, but no Blood Elf would name themselves Duru. Blood Elves are far more conservative than Wood Elves. I know their names must originate from ancient Elven crests, and there's not a single name in there called Duru. That's a name humans would make up. So what is your real name? Where exactly do you come from?"

Andrew's expression froze.

Bi'an the Sixth continued smiling. That smile—Andrew had never seen anything like it elsewhere. It was a smile, but carried intense aggression, as if interrogating him. His opponent suddenly transformed from an easily trusting, simple-minded dragon into a cunning goblin merchant, and an exceptionally shrewd one at that. Andrew felt at a loss for how to respond.

"Can you tell me? And please don't worry that revealing the truth will upset me—I don't mind early deceptions; they're perfectly normal. Who doesn't have secrets? Every day there's a pile of people lying to me. Identifying who is lying and who is speaking the truth is my job." Bi'an the Sixth took a puff of his cigarette, smiled, and continued, "Of course, the more truth you tell me, the more trust I'll have in you. This will be to your advantage. I hope you don't squander this trust lightly. Please, tell me your real name."

"But I really am called Duru. I grew up in the Human World," Andrew forcefully replied.

"Is that so?" Bi'an the Sixth nodded with skepticism. "In Linlopes, there are a total of one hundred sixty Elf Mercenaries, thirty-three of whom are Blood Elves. I know every single one of them. I can confidently say you didn't grow up in Linlopes, nor even in the northern regions. Blood Elves have an extremely strong attachment to their homeland and rarely marry or have children in the Human World. If they do marry or have children, their offspring would also have a deep sense of ancestral connection and wouldn't leave their hometown easily. Generally, there's only one reason a Blood Elf leaves their homeland: they've gotten themselves into trouble."

At this point, Bi'an the Sixth's grin widened, continuing to gaze at Andrew with a penetrating stare as if trying to see through him.

Andrew broke into a cold sweat. "What are you trying to say?"

"Nothing much," Bi'an the Sixth shrugged. "I'm merely pointing out that telling me you grew up in the Human World is not very different from admitting the name you're using is a pseudonym. Both effectively mean you have an untold past—a past you cannot speak of, likely involving enemies who forced you to wander and made you too afraid to reveal your true name. I'd wager these enemies are quite formidable. Who might they be? Hmm... On this land, the organizations capable of achieving this can be counted on eight fingers. Would you like me to name them?"

Andrew's mouth twitched sharply. He was already itching to turn around and leave immediately. This goblin was outrageously cunning, unlike any he'd ever encountered before.

The atmosphere became unbearably tense.

"So, how about this? I can forget everything you've said previously. You can start over and answer my question again. But from this moment on, your answers will directly affect your credibility with me. I want to hear a truthful, indisputable answer. What is your name?"

This felt like being toyed with.

Andrew suddenly stood up, polite yet firm, and said, "Goodbye."

With those words, he turned to leave.

"Wait!" Bi'an the Sixth hastily reached out to stop him. "I never said you had to answer the question. Nor did I say that refusing to answer the question would mean we wouldn't sign a contract."

"You'd still be willing to sign without an answer?" Andrew turned back in confusion.

"Of course. Why not? It just means that our cooperation won't extend multi-dimensionally. But I still need someone who can restrain Christina, even if that person has an unspeakable secret. That's acceptable. However, the collaboration will be restricted to business dealings and come with certain adjustments. Just certain ones. I'm still willing to take another calculated risk within these limits. Well? Shall we give each other a chance?"

Looking at Bi'an the Sixth's sly demeanor, Andrew hesitated but eventually sat back down. "Alright, let's discuss the specific terms."

To be honest, the negotiation process was somewhat unpleasant. Bi'an the Sixth brought out an extremely favorable contract and placed it in front of Andrew, but then, in Andrew's presence, meticulously altered it line by line. Many terms became incredibly stringent, and even the commission split for the Mercenary Group was reduced from the original eighty percent to sixty percent.

"I'm taking on risks; you should understand that, right? Business is like this—everything can be quantified into profits. I can guarantee I won't delve into your past, but for risks I can't control, you ought to give me greater profits. That's only fair, isn't it?"

Andrew began to suspect whether he'd been played. Perhaps this guy had known from the start that he wouldn't reveal his real name, and that's why he purposefully displayed a contract that was impossible to sign, only to follow up with a harsher one?