[ Clearly, regardless of whether Cristoforo's ability was actually useful.
Rover was directly indicating that the other party should be the one to put in the effort; of course… it would be even better if he could take the fall.
As for what would happen if the other party actually identified the correct one? In Rover's view, that was basically impossible.
"Hehe. Very well, very well. Since that is your wish… then Cristoforo shall naturally comply."
Clad in red attire, Cristoforo… smiled and bowed to Rover, and then stopped hiding himself.
After speaking, he immediately summoned a book filled with notes, and under the influence of his ability, he began rewriting that large bag of wheat ears.
A magical scene appeared at this moment; all the wheat ears in the bag… merged into a strange red light.
It looked somewhat like a torrent of time, yet its essence remained in place.
Finally, as it was about to end… a single golden wheat ear appeared brilliantly in the center of the pile.
"There. My ability has reached its limit. If he truly is within this bag of wheat ears."
"Then at this moment, it must be that golden wheat ear. Does the underling need to identify it?"
Cristoforo's level of politeness took everyone by surprise.
Because it was not hard to tell from his words that he was quite confident in the current identification.
But why was he willing to give up this opportunity? That seemed somewhat intriguing.
"I'll leave it to you all; I won't participate."
Rover thought about it, having a premonition in his heart… feeling that this matter was likely unreliable.
Although he couldn't say why, he still passed the opportunity along.
"Then how about… we decide with Rock-Paper-Scissors."
"I will not lose to anyone."
While the group was hesitating—some fearing a trap and punishment, others wanting the reward and pondering how to phrase it.
It was at this moment that Cartethyia stepped forward and made such a suggestion.
Everyone couldn't help but roll their eyes, feeling it was somewhat childish… yet after thinking it over, they felt this method might actually be the best.
Consequently, even Rover was not spared… the group gathered around and began playing a relatively childish little game. ]
〜Exposure Chat Group〜
Resident of Ragunna: "…(Is this really the Saintess? She… is far too childish.)⦍SpeechlessJinhsi.jpeg⦎"
Fenrico: "…(If the Saintess is only at this level, her return might actually be a good thing for me.)"
Encore: "Waaa~ Encore wants to play too… Encore would definitely be able to win. ⦍EnviousJinhsi.jpeg⦎"
Camellya: "Winning doesn't necessarily mean getting a reward; it could also be a punishment… Luckily you didn't join in, little Encore."
Changli: "Indeed. The fellows from the Fragmentum are not to be trusted. ⦍AmusedJinhsi.jpeg⦎"
Scar: "Hmph. Stop your indirect insults. Although I'm not sure what Cristoforo is thinking… his ability truly can achieve that level. ⦍SnortsJinhsi.jpeg⦎"
Phrolova: "(Could it be… that guy is also thinking of betraying the Fragmentum? That shouldn't be…)⦍PonderingJinhsi.jpeg⦎"
.....
[ "Scissors… Rock… Paper…"
"Scissors… Rock… Paper…"
"Scissors… Rock… Paper…"
At the same time, a winner and loser were decided among the group…
The final winner was actually the seemingly well-behaved and cute Sister Phoebe, whose small face was now slightly flushed from the victory.
"Damn, I actually lost… but next time I will definitely try harder." The only one who could dwell on such a thing was undoubtedly Cartethyia.
Right now, she was clenching her small fists, already thinking about how to win back her pride next time.
"I identify that this wheat ear is the one Mr. Aalto transformed into."
As Phoebe's identification fell, that wheat ear quickly transformed… however, it did not transform into Aalto, but rather into a Trap Card.
[ Ding! Triggered Trap Card—Oil Pool Swamp. ]
[ Trap Effect: For a period of time, wherever the triggerer is located will automatically transform into an oil pool swamp deep enough to submerge half the body. ]
"Ah? No… waaa… save me…"
The moment the Trap Card was triggered, the place where Phoebe stood indeed immediately turned into a pool of oil swamp.
Her originally pure white, divine, and sweet-smelling attire… was instantly polluted by the oil pool and mud.
At this moment, she looked like a white lotus that should be untainted by the mud… yet the conflict of being deeply sunken in an oil pool brought a significant visual impact.
"Saving you is easy, but this Trap Card is clearly targeted at you."
"If I really pull you out, I'm afraid the entire space will become an oil pool swamp by then."
"But this Trap Card is truly hateful… to pollute Sister Phoebe into such a state." Rover's words caused the several women who had intended to act, as well as Xiangli Yao… to withdraw their intentions.
Because it was indeed as Rover said; this Trap Card was targeted at an individual… if they kept trying to pull Phoebe up, not only would it fail to save her.
Instead, it would cause this entire space to sink into the swamp.
Moreover, seeing Phoebe struggling in the swamp, with oil stains appearing on her small face.
They unconsciously felt a very complex emotion in their hearts.
It was as if they strongly wanted to clean her, but at the same time, wanted to keep watching the scene of her being further polluted.
"Let me try." At this time, Zani, who had remained very quiet, seemed to think of something, and saying so, she used her ability to paint an ink-flying crane above Phoebe.
Seeing this, Rover's eyes lit up, thinking that this might actually be a good method.
Since the place Phoebe was in would turn into a swamp, then flying in the sky… surely the air wouldn't turn into a swamp.
However, the idea was beautiful, but the reality was cruel… just as Phoebe was being lifted by the ink-flying crane.
That ink-flying crane was directly assimilated into oil stains and swamp… not only did it fail to save Phoebe, but it instead caused the clothes on Phoebe's upper body to be completely polluted. ]