"I should have thought of it earlier!" Mourinho coughed softly, holding Queen Liv's hand and sighed looking at Enrida, "The silver box has been buried underground for so many years, how much air could it have!"
"It's not your fault. When I appeared, I was still breathing, it's natural for you to have a habitual way of thinking." Enrida pointed to her small nose, her childish lips delivering a lesson filled with an old-fashioned tone, "But I still think you were too confident! Anyway, a poor soul who's been bound by Wind Runes chains for so many years, without eating or drinking and still survived, shouldn't you have a little reverence? How could you release me so easily? Foolish child!"
"Elder, if you really dislike us, just do as you wish. There's no need for verbal teasing!" Mourinho snorted coldly.
