Amid the envious gazes of a group, the woman followed Brian into the room with a bit of constraint.
Seeing her standing at the door like a log, Brian spoke somewhat rhetorically, "This is your country's capital, New Delhi. I'm not going to eat you. There's no need to be so tense. Go on, speak."
The woman nodded blankly, then looked towards Brian blankly again, "Speak what?"
Brian: ..
He felt a sense of powerlessness as if he were conversing with a child.
The kind of not-so-smart child who could be easily tricked with just a lollipop.
Why would the Foreign Affairs Department of the Saint Organization recruit someone like this?
Before coming here, Brian had done some research.
White Elephant Country, similar to the United States Federation, could be considered a federation too, internally extremely chaotic. However, the only official organization was the Saint Organization.
