Li Lin had never cared about a luxurious term like "human rights," and even if he did, it would only be for the sake of sophistry. Now, magicians had better learn to adjust themselves for the service of Niflheim and Li Lin as soon as possible. Behind them, a pair of sharp eyes were always watching their every move. If they dared to resist, escape, or couldn't adapt, Li Lin would not hesitate to send them to hell.
Though they hadn't seen the "famous quote" written on the gate of Auschwitz Concentration Camp, they fully understood its intended meaning. The magicians didn't even dare to mourn.
Suppressing their laughter made the elves' facial muscles spasmodically twitch, forcing the meeting to pause briefly amidst stifled snorts and giggles.
"Alright, gentlemen, let me introduce our next work plan."
The white Short Rod swiftly rubbed and slid on the wooden board, leaving the word "cotton (Baumwolle)" on the black square.
