The man was named Nicholas, a name that sounded benevolent, yet he was as cunning as a monkey.
Sixth Hoffman always said that about him.
Nicholas had little patience for Sixth Hoffman's storytelling. "If you don't have any reliable information, just call our advisor and ask him."
Sixth Hoffman thought about it. "Alright, find someone to invite our advisor out."
Someone volunteered enthusiastically.
Nicholas even added a reminder, "Remember to call out to him softly when you get there, not to startle him like last time."
The man grinned sheepishly. "Got it, I know."
Having said that, he ran towards the cleanest-looking tent situated more or less in the middle.
Meanwhile, Sixth Hoffman was still drinking and eating meat on the side.
The liquor was their own brew, and the meat came from mutant beasts caught nearby.
They were picky about their food and couldn't get used to the plain taste of nutrient supplements.
