Glancing at the buildings that still hadn't reacted at all, Charles reluctantly agreed to Richard's request.
He really didn't want to keep arguing endlessly with Richard over such a trivial matter.
The rats selected to head toward the ring-shaped structure were quickly sent out, and Richard, controlling the body, grinned as he patted their heads.
"Comrades, I'm entrusting you two with a tough mission. Remember, anything with writing, or anything that looks valuable—drag it out if you can, and if you can't, come out and tell me, then we'll go in ourselves. Go on, Lily, give it a good translation."
Watching the two rats scurry toward the round facility, a satisfied expression appeared on Richard's face.
"Human beings always love compromise, don't they? Like, say you want to open a window in this room because it's too dark—nobody would allow it. But if you argue for tearing off the roof, then people start to compromise and they're suddenly willing to open a window. Am I right?"
