Brand's gaze silently fell on the quiet valley below, unwavering.
When the Shepherd Tree Man inevitably targeted their group, he was also seeking a way to break the impasse. 'Mane Wolf' Macaro cleverly laid a trap, successfully deceiving him, the Shepherd Tree Man, and even the players who experienced this plot in the past, skillfully getting Duke Lune's only offspring out of danger.
The Cunning Fox was a notch above, but equipped with sufficient intelligence, the young man was no fool either. He paused, tapping his chin with his knuckle. He trusted his wisdom, derived from the accumulated experience of previous players, and the collective intelligence of many always surpassed that of one.
The water was muddied, but the fish might not necessarily swim with the current—
Macaro would probably never dream that in this quiet Northern Forest, an Order Altar, abandoned for two hundred years, slumbered silently.
