The smarter a person is, the more concerns they have and often end up trapping themselves.
The desire for battle mentioned earlier was quickly worn down by this kind of emotion, leaving only a sigh and a return to calmness, even a bit of a cold look.
"So what do you want? If you want to kill me, we'll have to fight first to find out."
"Why would I kill you for no reason?"
Lance looked at him, his face full of bewilderment.
But these words left Alviss a bit puzzled, and his stern expression started to crumble. As soon as Lance finished talking, he couldn't help but ask again.
"Weren't you just saying you wanted to kill?"
"Who told you to scare my people? It's only fair I scare you a bit~"
Lance said this calmly, as if adding a touch of color to the "fairness" he mentioned.
But some people couldn't stay calm, and Alviss' blood pressure, which had just decreased, skyrocketed. His hand gripping the magic wand clenched so tightly that veins bulged and even trembled.
