Archer looked up, but then Brooke's fist crashed into his jaw. Pain shot through his body as he was buried in the ground by the force of the impact. 'Damn, what is this barbarian woman doing to me!' he thought while lying in the hole.
Archer's head was spinning, and his body was aching, but he still managed to answer with a heavy breath, "You're beating me like a common thug. Why should I accept? What can you do for me that I can't?"
Brooke smiled. "I am the only Pseudo-God who is willing to hurt you and break your body until it Regenerates even stronger without caring what the gods think. You may be thinking of your bond, Agrippina, but she would never harm a hair on your handsome head because she thinks you're her great Messiah, Al-Maseeh At-Tinyan, which is adorable."
''That is correct, Lady Brooke, but let go of Al-Maseeh, or I will force you to,'' Agrippina's voice was heard from behind.
