"I can’t quite understand you people. Clearly there’s an irresolvable grudge, yet privately you all admire each other like close friends and never speak ill of each other." Chief Deseli scratched his lumpy head, frustrated. "You are like this, and so is Mourinho. Is this so kind of special friendship between n, between rivals?"
"You’re right! Take Roml, for instance. I understand his difficulties more and more now. Vast world, boundless land, a person without a sense of belonging is truly pitiful! Full of talents yet not knowing for whom to live, for whom to strive, if I were him, maybe I’d have lost my mind already."
"Roml can’t possibly fail to find a place to belong, can he?"
"Besides Ferenz, who else in this world could catch his eye? His heart has wings, he looks down on those Berserkers of Tel Aviv." Richard chuckled, "No need to guess, it was obvious the ’Sword Peak air raid’ half a month ago was his creation to show the world he’s no less than ! Sadly, I also carried out the ’Sabak air raid’ that day!"
"He did well, didn’t he? Everyone knows the ’Sabak air raid’ doesn’t compare to the ’Sword Peak air raid’ in terms of glory."
"You’re right, the ’Sword Peak air raid’ indeed caused quite a stir on the Aegean Continent." Richard shook his head, "But... my chief, what Roml wants is far more than what he achieved now! You might as well imagine, if the ’Sabak air raid’ hadn’t happened, how much more sensational would the ’Sword Peak air raid’ be on the Aegean Continent!"
"Oh... in the end, he just couldn’t completely beat you, is that it?" The Giant Chief suddenly realized, emphasizing the word "completely."
"Trying to prove he’s no less than must be the only motivation keeping Roml going." Richard sighed and chuckled bitterly, "Now that motivation is gone, if I were him, I really wouldn’t know what to do next. It’s not that I won’t give Roml a chance to perform; it’s just that everything is dood to happen, coincidence hits inevitability."
"You’re simply everyone’s nesis!"
"Exactly! I’m a demon walking out from the sea of blood of Po Yi, born specifically to destroy the world — heh heh... you Giant folks have a crow’s mouth, made a prophecy." Richard laughed and then suddenly turned serious: "I haven’t asked you yet, how’s Mourinho’s team? You must have seen and heard a lot while you were with him, right?"
"Do you take for so naive fool? Spent so long there, doing nothing but eating, drinking and gambling just like you?"
"Chief... you... why are you speaking crudely?"
"What crude words?"
"Isn’t ’fool’ a crude word?"
"Strange, why can’t I say it?" Chief Deseli sneered, "You’re too attached again, my Richard."
"Damn! You philosophers can turn any talk into ivory." Richard held his head, looking defeated: "Stop with the nonsense, tell , what exactly does Mourinho have... I’m very curious about sothing right now, why is he stubbornly sticking to the south bank of the Sanggan River, insisting on defending Caiyu City? Doesn’t he know it’s very dangerous to do so? Sunset Swamp is a natural barrier, Sy could have easily defended there!"
"Do you think Mourinho is also looking to have a major battle on the south bank of the Sanggan River with the Demon Clan to prove he’s no less than you?"
"Exactly! That’s exactly what I think!"
"You really are shaless!" The Giant Chief blurted out, "Richard, Richard, please don’t assu everyone is as dull as Roml! What kind of identity does Mourinho have? And what kind of identity does Roml have? Holding Caiyu City is a no-choice situation, according to the Sky Giants of Caiyu City, there are multiple glacier paths on Mount Tarlarya that can lead from the south bank to the north bank of the Sanggan River! In other words, the natural barrier you’re holding on the Sanggan River, the Demon Clan could completely ignore, directly capture so mountain natives for interrogation, find out the paths, and then take shortcuts through the mountains to enter the Northern WasteLand, thereby pressing toward Witherspoon and Sabak!"
"I see..." Richard smacked his lips and shook his head, "Ah... there’s really no need... even if Mourinho gives up Caiyu City and doesn’t guard the mountain paths, I could still handle the Demon Clan."
"Hey! Why don’t you go and persuade Mourinho, tell him not to defend Caiyu City, having Ferenz the number one under heaven is enough!"
"Nonsense, are you persuading or teasing? Besides, we’re not even talking right now, facing each other is already awkward enough, how could I persuade? How about this, you go and persuade him for ... just say... he doesn’t need to worry about the situation south of the Sanggan River anymore... haven’t you seen I’ve even evacuated the Gnos of Razor Mountain to the Underground World... I have ways to deal with the Demon Clan troops... whether they cross the river or not, they have no solution..."
"You want to persuade? What a joke, are you trying to get beaten up? Rudd, Rudd, you know how delicate your relationship with Mourinho is, no need for to spell it out, right?"
"Okay, okay, stop with those old, worn-out matters." Old Liu scooped up so river water to wash his hands, "But we can’t not persuade him! What if sothing goes wrong if he and the Beamons of Caiyu City don’t return to the Southwest Province?"
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