"There's no need for monetary compensation. From you, I see the straightforwardness and sincerity of the Dubin people, which is the greatest wealth," Liu Zhenhuan glanced at his Medusa Badge, feeling sour in his heart. What kind of situation is this? The emblem worn by the trolls is already a triplet embodiment, yet the authentic Beamon priest is still using the outdated single-shot old barrel.
"What about us? We're also Beamon! We also wish to exchange!" Sir Terry hurriedly asked.
"We Dubin people do not wish to make friends with someone like you, Mr. Terry!" The Dubin emissary showed no mercy and cut Terry's face, then turned to look at Old Liu: "Your Majesty, I don't care whether you will eventually come to terms with these Snake-men, but I hope the new battle songs from His Majesty Rexa do not fall into their hands!"
