That booming, barbell-like laughter made Yaxiu's scalp tingle. His eyelid twitched, and he let out a heavy breath. In the end, he still turned off the bomb's switch, then grimaced and raised his hands in surrender.
"Didn't you say you'd given everything for this ruin?"
The troll general laughed. "I really have given everything! To achieve my goal, my own life naturally has to be part of the bargain! Now, smooth-talking young man, put down that bomb. Hahaha! I'm eighty percent sure it's still a fake, but I don't dare take the risk!"
The ranger didn't quite understand what the troll meant by the first half of that, but at the latter half, he immediately grimaced helplessly and tossed the switched-off "ion-salt bomb" onto the ground.
The thing spun a few times, then a clown doll holding a flag popped out of it.
The reporter closed her eyes, unable to decide whether to laugh or cry.
The black-scaled sandman "mage" let out a long breath, while the troll laughed even more heartily. "You really are a remarkable young man! The Great Khan will appreciate you. Our grand undertaking needs talents like you!"
I can't believe a looter has praised me over and over, and I'm not happy about it at all. Yaxiu managed to force out a wry smile. "H-how did you see through it?"
"I didn't see through anything. I just took a gamble. Young man, the ones who win at gambling aren't the ones who are good at it, but the ones who don't care whether they win or lose." The troll spoke. His little eyes beneath that ostentatious helmet seemed to gleam with wisdom.
Yaxiu probably figured that losing to such a "wise" troll wasn't all that embarrassing, and slowly straightened up. Both his hands were clasped