“If that works, the Hunt family would’ve just looked for a masseuse. What are you even doing here for?”

The monk’s face darkened instantly. He had no way to refute Harvey’s words. He desperately wanted to speak up but simply could not get himself to do so.

Then, Harvey pointed at an elderly man wearing a goatee with a sage-like aura.

“Don’t think I can’t tell you’re from the School of Humanitas just because you’re not wearing a robe.

“You must have the Talisman of Tranquil up your sleeve.

“It’s pretty effective against nightmares and people affected with aphasia.

“But I guarantee you that it won’t be helpful this time.

“Not only are your teachings completely useless, but the cinnabar you used to draw the talisman was also bought online.

“You’re hoping it will work when you’re using fake ingredients? What a joke.

The man pointed at Harvey when he constantly stuttered, unable to string proper words.

“And you…”

Harvey pointed at a man who seemed like he was from Seed Frontier.