His eyes were fixed on the mustard bag in my hand. I simply stuffed it directly into his hand and said with an ingratiating smile: "the younger generation just wants to be able to find a position next to the senior. it's as simple as finding a backer!"
He raised his eyebrows and looked at me gherardini, saying: "You are mistaken. I am just a subordinate of the old immortal. Even if you want to find a backer, you have to find the existence of the old immortal!"
He said, and pretending to pass the mustard bag.