“Reese! You’re still listening to him. I’m worried we’ll be trapped on this hill before tomorrow morning. We need to find a way out of here and stop listening to his nonsense.” Jameson was worried and furious.
‘Sh*t there’s something wrong with Jameson!’ Darryl frowned, barely able to control himself.
However, Darryl did not want to explain further.
“I have said all that I can. It’s up to you if you believe that. If you really want to break through from here, you may go ahead. However, don’t blame me when you suffer casualties,” Darryl said to Jameson.
‘Is he still trying to act in front of me?’ Jameson stopped laughing and looked enraged. “Young man, do you know who you are talking to? I am experienced in battle; how dare you speak to me in such a way?”
A smile appeared on Darryl’s face. “You are the Mayor, yet you are so impatient. From what I can see, your battle skills are nothing special.”
“What are you talking about?!” Jameson shouted.
He was the mayor of a principality, so how could he get looked down on by a person with no status and position. How could he stand that?
Enraged, Jameson was about to charge at Darryl, but Reese stopped him. He was about to explode out of anger. “Reese, this guy is a liar. Why are you defending him?”
“Jameson, I’m not defending him; I just want you to calm down. Our enemies have created a formation below the hill. If you just charge in recklessly, you’ll get injured. I think we should listen to Mister Darren,” Reese sighed softly, looking frustrated.
“Listen to him? You’re crazy…”
At that moment, Darryl did not speak further and walked towards the flat ground with grass far away. Then, he laid down casually.
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