The loud arguing drew countless curious glances from outside the door; several huge palms were already pressed against the swinging doors as if they were about to push them open.
"Did I fucking beg the Ice Phoenix to purify the parrot's blood by myself? Have you forgotten that just now I was about to have it out with you? I didn't beg Tang Beryljenna; she volunteered to purify the blood!"
"You pin the poisoning on me and even dredge up the past, aren't you too despicable? Mourinho, you're nothing but a hypocrite, a big idiot who likes to blame others for everything!"
Richard erupted, cursing like a machine gun firing: "Fuck! I've never seen anyone like you, who can frame others for anything! If you can justify yourself, I wouldn't be the Shaman of Divine Songs if I don't give you an explanation today. If you have nothing to say, I can responsibly tell you that, you fool, you came in here standing upright but will leave this inn horizontally!"
