Chapitre 77: The Lord is a demon wolf of the financial street

"About this…" I paused as I suddenly felt perplexed, and looked at the chest again.

Now, how should I ask about this? I couldn't straightly ask 'why is there an imitation of Earth's modern tools here' without revealing about my origin in the process. Would it fly if I just framed it like I was curious about this stuff?

I put my hand on the opened chest and spoke while rummaging through the content to avoid looking at his eyes—in case I sucked at pretending. "Umm…why is this hidden in the pillar? I…kind of want this, but…is it there because it shouldn't be seen?"

"Not really," I heard him reply. "But why do you want them?"

Yeah, why? What kind of reason should I give? Valmeier—or any original dweller of this world, for that matter—shouldn't know what they were. They would look at this stuff and think they were just garbage. What might be a good enough reason so he didn't end up suspecting me?