"The Twilight Cultists have sent something extremely dangerous to the Brass Fortress, I must rush over immediately to prevent the worst from happening. I'll leave the follow-up operations at White Cliff to you."
The lord cautioned:
"Do you want me to leave the Holy Spear here?"
"If you leave it, what will you do? The situation at the Brass Fortress is no better than here, you should take it with you."
Immortal Sim refused the suggestion decisively, his voice was very dry and, to put it bluntly, closely resembled the tone of Little Mummy when angry.
He said:
"Do not worry that the Pure faction will be contaminated, nor need you worry that the remnants of the Twilight will escape judgment at Circle Tower. I assure you, Millennium Lord, I will personally clean up this mess. You have seen it for yourself, what's in my mind is protecting my sanity."
"I know, and that's why I confirmed you are trustworthy, but others."
The lord shook his head and said:
