"This is the power of that sword. That's why I want that at all costs." Laplace said.
Jordan frowned. "It just cut down a hand, dude. Any high rank sword can do that in capable hands."
"Mind your tongue." Laplace glared at Jordan.
"What? Am I wrong?" Jordan didn't get it.
Laplace turned his body at Jordan, looking him in the eye. "How many times have you been hitting me by now?"
Laplace asked a question out of nowhere.
Jordan had no clue why Laplace asked that but he still answered. "Probably for one or two hours."
Laplace nodded. "Do you see any injuries on me?"
Jordan quivered his brows. "No?"
"And how many times have you died by now?" Laplace asked another question.
"Ten to fifteen times." Jordan answered.
"Exactly. Do you know why that is?"
Jordan shrugged. "Because you are a Demon?"
Laplace shook his head. "It's because I am a General."
"So?" Jordan didn't see the point.
