Charlotte hesitated for a moment, then handed over a cotton handkerchief. "Wipe your tears."
The old leopardman took the cotton handkerchief, wiped twice, and flew into a rage. "What tears? Where do I have tears? I wasn't crying."
With a squeeze of his hand, he crushed the cotton handkerchief to powder.
Being able to crush cotton cloth took far more strength than crushing a walnut.
Charlotte said nothing. Since coming to this world, he had made many little things to make life more comfortable, such as these cheap cotton handkerchiefs. He carried several every day and threw them away after use. They were convenient, and losing one did not matter.
Charlotte's mind raced nonstop. Although this old leopardman had not yet started slaughtering people, he felt it was only a matter of time unless he could turn the situation around.
He took a long breath and decided to make a big gamble. Either court death or turn the tables.
Charlotte slowly said, "Sir, I believe you understand a certain truth."
"There is only one kind of human. There should be only one kind of orc as well, not countless tribes."
"There is only one kind of human. Orcs are people too. Enmity should not endure for a thousand years."
"This defeat should not merely be a defeat for the orcs. It should be a rainbow showing the path to success."
The old leopardman showed no reaction. Charlotte reflected on whether he had put it a little too loftily. He decided to lower the threshold for understanding and said, "The orcs should have a king and unite beneath that king..."
The old leopardman waved a hand. "Wait. The previous sentence."
Charlotte hurriedly said, "This defeat should not merely be a defeat for the orcs. It should be a rainbow showing the