408. Sir Morphy is not afraid of your chaos, but the moral demands of the Divine Spirit are obviously higher_3

The bravado of private brawls and the murderous aura of a real battlefield are two utterly different things; only fools think that having blood on their hands means they can become valiant warriors.

But he had no plans to shatter the foolish illusions of his subordinates.

Destroying the false dreams of others is something that breeds resentment, so let these fools continue to bask in their impractical ambitions and willingly become cannon fodder under his command.

Hey, this cruel world is truly interesting.

Thinking this, Old Joel picked up his wooden spoon, ready to enjoy his late-night meal, but the moment he brought the soup to his lips, Joel suddenly twitched his nose.

"There's something wrong with this soup! It's been poisoned! It's the Thorn Clan's 'Paralyzing Kiss'! Fuck! Someone has snuck in! Grab your weapons!"