Grondor said coldly, "Zachary, you're still so kind as to visit me?
I'm afraid you can't wait for me to die."
Zachary waved his hand, "Hey, Brother, you can't say that.
We might be competing, but we're still friends."
Grondor spat, "I don't treat you as my friend."
However, Zachary still remained smiling, "Brother, you don't treat me as a friend, but I've always treated you as a friend!"
Grondor said, "Alright, don't say such hypocritical words.
What exactly do you want?"
Zachary narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Brother, it's so lively here today. Why don't we play a litte?"
Grondor frowned and asked, "How so?"
Zachary said loudly, "Let's each choose a raw stone in the hall on the third floor and cut it in front of everyone!
Let's see who gets the better jade to determine the winner!"
Grondor sneered and said, "You want to gamble stones with me?"
"That's right."
Zachary nodded.
