"Correct! This is the first point, we must succeed in the assassination, if we're to find any way out!… But right now, the Divine King has scattered seven and a half Royal Cocoa Beans. He placed two on the west road, two in the central road, and three and a half in the east... In this situation, although the Divine King's power has been dispersed, trying to successfully assassinate the Divine King among twenty or thirty thousand soldiers, is incredibly difficult! This means relying entirely on 'knife and dagger' revenge. If we fail, we won't even have a chance for a second blow! Unless we continue to scatter..."
Upon hearing this, Xintle's brow twitched, and his expression fluctuated uncertainly. He grasped Izel's implied meaning, but the thought of having to continue enduring felt truly tormenting to him.
"Izel, are you saying we should continue to wait? How long are we supposed to wait?"
