Chad's oily, fat face wore a lewd smile as he shook his head with a leisurely air, "Fortunately, that Prince of Coldflame is a foolish spendthrift; otherwise, we wouldn't have a chance at this piece of meat. If this kind of trash could be crowned king, it would really be a huge joke, haha!"
"Lord Chad is absolutely right. Such a good opportunity only comes once in a century. Our brothers have been itching to show off for a long time."
The thin, dry deputy officer laughed sinisterly and licked his cracked lips, "I don't know what the lambs of Coldflame Kingdom will taste like; it really makes one look forward to it."
"Don't worry, it won't be long before we can enjoy it properly."
Chad put down the goblet in his hand, and his fat face full of killing intent showed a cold curve in the corner of his mouth.
