"You say I have a good character?" Cordova sat down where he was, his expression gloomy. He felt as if he'd been blasted over two hundred times with Jadka's magic wand and had lost all will to live. He exhaled a long sigh: "Then you don't know just how unlucky a person can be..."
Motan was momentarily stumped, feeling an odd sense of familiarity in the demeanor of the man before him, but he didn't give it much thought, and simply asked on instinct: "What do you mean?"
Cordova gave a rueful smile, pointing at the tip of his nose: "Like me."
"You?" Motan smacked his lips: "I've been playing for a while now, and let's put everything else aside, but as far as I can tell, your physical strength ranks among the top players, doesn't it?"
