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But to the necromancer, there was nothing soft about Varos’s tone.
In response to the question, the necromancer answered with unconvincing certainty, "I don’t know him!"
This answer only served to confirm Karnak’s group’s suspicions.
What an idiot.
Living right next to the territory and not knowing the lord? Impossible. If he had wanted to deny it convincingly, he should have at least admitted to knowing the name.
Realizing his mistake too late, the necromancer began to stammer. "It’s true! I don’t know anything about Count Hudel or the Cult of the Black God!"
Varos sighed sadly. "You know, I hadn’t even mentioned the Cult of the Black God yet."
"Ah!"
Not only was he foolish, but he was also astonishingly naïve. Feeling the judgmental stares of those around him, the necromancer clamped his mouth shut, seemingly determined to remain silent. Of course, in this world, remaining silent wasn’t a protected right.
Serati leaned toward Karnak and whispered.
—What should we do, Sir Karnak? Want to take care of it quietly again?
—Why would I? We’ve got Alius.
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