William knew Garlend was a jerk, but he didn't blame him for such psychological warfare. In times of war, anything was permitted to win.
"Time to continue my tour," William threw all of this behind his back. If he was going to meet one of the good teams, one like Ro's for example, then he'd be busy thinking about what to do to win.
However, he got the feeling that Garlend's team was just all talk. They weren't even that good to make him worry about facing them.
As William started touring the place again, he got lucky this time. During that hour, he met ten good teams, and managed to befriend five of them.
"Tsk! There are lots of jerks this time," he couldn't help but curse when he left the last battleground.
There was one good team there whom he tried to befriend. However, their leader was a vulgar outsider gold spirit master who just gave him a weird look before exploding with insults upon his face.
