"People like you, shouldn't you keep a secret or two as leverage to negotiate a way out with my lord? If you spill everything, don't you just leave yourself with no choice but death?"
Old Five: "..."
He no longer wished to live; he only wanted to die. Could they fulfill this wish for him?
"Since you don't want to talk, then allow me to ask."
The guard, truly at a loss for words when facing Old Five, said.
"You... you ask."
Old Five said feebly.
After all, having already said so much, saying a bit more couldn't make much difference, could it? The most crucial details had already been disclosed.
"For the past thirty years, in the Ziyan Kingdom or perhaps the entire Illusion Continent, what significant events have occurred? My lord wishes to hear of the most substantial matters," the guard queried, addressing him.
Significant events?
Old Five struggled to lift his head, looked at the guard bewilderedly, and then shifted his gaze to the previous cloak-wearer.