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It seemed that all black people shared the same kind of inexplicable confidence.

Although black people's inexplicable confidence was nowhere near as strong as curry's, that confidence truly existed. It seemed to have existed ever since the Civil War.

But.

Why did they never stop to think? If they were really so confident, why wasn't the person leading their uprising someone of the same skin color, but someone with white skin?

In any case, Mordo also possessed that kind of confidence.

Casillas was the person Mordo had found.

Mordo looked at Casillas before him and revealed his calculations. "Although I don't approve of your choice, Casillas, you and I both understand the greatest evil."

Casillas said nothing.

He silently calculated whether he should stab Mordo right now and purge his teacher's faction, or wait until he had finished dealing with the matters at hand.

Wait.

Casillas made up his mind, then looked at Mordo. "I need to obtain the Book of Cagliostro."

Mordo's expression did not change. "You can."

"Won't you ask me why?"

"No need."

Mordo looked at Casillas. "I'm willing to trust you."

Casillas was stunned for a moment. Looking at the confidence written all over Casillas's face, he opened his mouth. "All right. I hope we enjoy working together."

Mordo looked at the right hand extended before him, raised his head to glance at Casillas, and sneered contemptuously. Then he turned around and left.

WTF?

Casillas watched Mordo disappear before his eyes in the blink of an eye. Recalling Mordo's expression just now, he was somewhat confused. What exactly had that expression meant?

However...

Casillas then thought of Mordo's skin color and immediately understood.

The God King had been absolutely right and wise to choose to purge the black people back then.

Casillas thought this to himself