"Foolish Lich, do not look at me with those eyes you use to fiddle with bones. I told you, I am very wise. Wisdom is engraved upon the soul!" Tinwood declared in a thunderous voice. "I am utterly incomparable to a lowly life-form like you. I am the great Tree of Wisdom, the Source of the Forest, the immortal guardian—Yggdrasil Alhaydon Ximu!"
"You—"
The Lich Old Man looked as though he had choked on something. He stared fixedly at Tinwood, then lowered his head and drew a breath after several seconds. When he looked back up at Tinwood, he clenched his fists.
His fists clenched, loosened, loosened again, then clenched once more.
"I'm begging you." At last, the Lich Old Man looked helplessly at Tinwood and said, "Could you hurry up and leave? I only have a few hundred years of life left, and there are still plenty of things I haven't enjoyed. I really don't have that much time to waste on you. Just go, will you? I'm tired. I want to sleep, all right?"
"Is that so?" Tinwood said coldly. "I suppose I completely guessed your intentions, and you can barely keep pretending anymore. Begging me to leave—don't you think that attitude is far too humble? Normally, I should be begging you to let me leave. How could it possibly be the other way around? Admit it. That brat who captured me is lying in wait at the exit. You've been trying to pincer me from both sides. Unfortunately, I have already seen through your scheme. All your preparations are useless now. I will kill you here first, clear out every possible threat within this Space Item, and eliminate any chance of being attacked from both sides. Then I'll go out and kill that brat, ending everything!"
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