Brando was momentarily at a loss for words, intending to use the chance to set conditions but ended up retracting them.
"So do you understand?" the person asked.
"Do I even have a choice? It feels like the temptation of a demon," Brando replied irritably.
"You don't need to test me," the person shook their head, "Demons are my mortal enemies."
Brando was taken aback: "Are you really Fanzan?"
A low laugh came from the opposite side of the throne: "Imaginative."
Brando was truly stunned; he had always thought that the other party should be Fanzan or at least one of the Four Sages. "Then who are you?"
The person did not answer him: "Don't you want to know how to unlock the next six permissions of the Fool Talent?"
"You're going to tell me anyway, aren't you?"
"Smart."
Brando bared his teeth, thinking to himself that in the game, it's always like this—what's so smart about that?
