Amleth frowned. She looked at Farmyrth intensely, then spoke: "That's right, you... are not worthy of my anger."
"Hahaha… Lady Amleth is indeed very tolerant." Farmyrth smiled as she spoke: "However, no matter how tolerant and beautiful you are, you cannot hide the ugly devil inside you."
"Ah! I accidentally said what I thought again. Ai ya... Don't be angry with me. Anyway, I'm old—over 2,000 years old. I am no longer a child like you."
Amleth glanced at her and said: "Farmyrth, you are indeed old, your skin has wrinkles. I think... You don't need to hold on to this principal position anymore, it would be better for someone younger to take over."
"Ah! I'm also very young, and I have a lot of money, so I think I can replace you."
"One more thing, my money... is earned by me, not by stealing from people like your Dragon Clan."
"Hahaha…" Farmyrth laughed loudly: "That's not stealing, that's helping."
