Welcome to the Golem Mayhem (12)

“Heh-heh. Not at all. I merely made a guess based on the evidence you all gathered. Please don't take it as gospel.”

I shook his hand and played dumb.

Being praised didn't make me happy in the slightest. Just don't lock me up for obstruction of official duties later, yelling, ‘You were wrong, you asshole.’

Let's go our separate ways after this.

Pretending we know each other? Awkward.

“That's not true. Even though we'd heard that the Hob Goblins had obtained the Power Stone, we hadn't thought to connect the two incidents.”

“……Well, even if we found out where the goblins discovered that hideout, it probably wouldn't mean much. If they were able to steal the item, it must've been abandoned long ago.”

“Of course, we know that much. Still, we can infer that the black mage is moving from hideout to hideout while plotting something.”

Cromwell lowered his voice and said,

“Everyone gathered here is competent, but because of that, during the meeting each of us kept stubbornly insisting on conclusions based on our own experience and speculation. I'm ashamed to say I was no different.”...