Chapter 157: The Tree of Death and the Undead Apple
"Um…"
Wesley was evidently shaken at his discovery.
It wasn't only him, but also all of the men that he brought with him felt the same. Probably even worst as they can't help retreating a few steps away.
"I won't beat around the bush, Friedrich," Wesley gulped down a mouthful of saliva in hopes of calming himself down. "We've pretty much known each other for a long time now, so there's no use in pretending not to know what we want,"
"I'll spell it for you — give me the Molten Magma Core,"
"Or what?" Friedrich can't help smirking after seeing that Wesley isn't feeling confident. He clearly has the upper ground in this conversation.
"Okay, you got me," Wesley raised his hand to express defeat. A wise man knows when to concede, especially when all odds are against him from the start. "You caught me by surprise, so I can no longer hide behind a facade,"
"Even if you did, you know it won't work," Friedrich shook his head.
