Beo tugged at the corner of his mouth: "This..."
"Also, my family doesn't know about those dangerous matters. I hope you can spare them. In exchange, there's a hidden compartment in this storage bag. You can find the information you want there, don't doubt its authenticity. I'm actually a very selfish person, more concerned about my family than those grand causes."
Cliff didn't look at Beo but continued, "But please don't expect too much from me. After all, I'm just an ordinary professor at a common college in Academy City. Although among 'comrades' there is no distinction of status, the information I can access is indeed limited. I hope you can trust me."
Beo shrugged and sighed quietly, signaling with his eyes for Cliff to continue.
"The information in the compartment can be handed over to you, but other insignificant items I hope to leave to my wife and daughter. They are sentimental people and will appreciate those little trinkets."
