Negris hated being called a lizard more than anything, yet now it didn't hesitate to curse even itself, blurting out "dead lizard." One could only imagine the shock it felt—this thick-browed, sharp-eyed Elarafate turned out to have the same cunning as Anthony, wanting to play both sides?
"Damn it, could it be you corrupted him?" Negris turned to Anthony and mocked.
"Why pin everything on me? He's always been this bad. A clan's king can't be that stupid, can he? He's not the God of Knowledge, after all," Anthony lazily retorted, then continued, "He witnessed Lord Nage's power, and now he's reporting ahead of time to curry favor. Whoever wins, he'll back them. In his eyes, Lord Nage has a real chance of winning. Tsk tsk."
Negris rolled its eyes and asked, "So, what do we do now?"
