"That's fine. I don't like beating around the bush." Lyle gave his fake name. "My name is Les. My real identity is a black marketeer."
It is better to use real professions. Half-truths are more misleading.
"Okay, my name is Carter," the messenger also said, "and I am the guardian of the contracted land."
"Hey, hey, hey, you said that yourself. That's not what I want to ask you." Lyle said, "Everyone knows that you are the guardian of the Contract Land. Your information is as meaningless as saying that you are a man. At least you need to answer the questions I asked."
Carter frowned slightly, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that what Lyle said made sense, so he nodded: "Okay, that doesn't count, just ask directly."
As Carter spoke, Lyle watched his expression.
After such a long period of contact, he has already gained some understanding of Carter.
Simply put, Lyle felt that there was something wrong with Carter's brain, the kind that wasn't working very well.
Of course, a more accurate statement is that Carter is not like a normal person, but like a puppet with a certain degree of independent thinking ability and not much emotion.
But this still needs to be verified, so Lyle asked: "What are your hobbies?"
"Hobby?"
"Yes, that is, when you are not working for your master, what do you like to do?"
"No."
"No?"
"No, no." Carter said, "I exist for my master. I don't need to do meaningless things, so I don't have anything I like."
"So what do you do when you're not working for your master?"
"Rest." Carter said calmly, "Rest so that you can better serve your master."
Lyle was shocked.
What kind of chosen servant is this? No wonder his master said he was more loyal than himself. At least he thought he was not that loyal to Lord Visas.
"Now I ask you," Carter said, "Why do you work for the tongue?"
"Of course it's money." Lyle said as a matter of course.
"Just money?"
"What do you mean by just?" Lyle was a little dissatisfied, and then continued half-truthfully, "That's a lot of money."
Lyle's voice and expression naturally fell into Diana's mind thousands of miles away.
Diana quietly observed Lyle through her servant Carter.
Although she had never left the land of the contract, Diana had seen too many things through the eyes of countless servants.
So she could tell that what Lyle said was not true, at least not entirely.
Of course this is normal. Diana doesn't think that Tongue would dare to hand over her secrets to a black businessman who only relies on money to maintain the relationship. There must be other reasons.
And Diana intends to find this connection.
Afterwards, whether relying on him to get closer to and understand Tongue better, or directly instigating a rebellion to plant a bomb on Tongue, the rewards are far greater than the cost, and Diana has no reason not to do this.
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