Inside the high-speed carriage, Duwa sat upright in his chair, his face somewhat pale. As a scholar, he had always stayed honestly cooped up in his laboratory, rarely coming out even once in several months. Even if he went out, it was only to procure supplies.
Now, after many days, his outing directly led him into a dangerous situation, facing these fierce and intimidating field staff.
Duwa complained about the composition of the Order of Truth. In fact, the Order was extremely loosely organized, with everyone normally engaged in their own research, occasionally gathering to exchange ideas, and then continuing their relentless pursuit of the essence of the Secret Source.
