"Confess sins?"
Motan raised an eyebrow slightly and turned to look at the tall figure not far away, who had been brought into the main hall by Cole. He laughed with interest, "Oh, so it's indeed related to you, the former biochemical advisor of the Blood Wing Clan. In other words... Liz turned into this ghostly state entirely because of you, Mr. Hog?"
"It's Cholera, not Hog."
The tall Alchemist, exuding a kind of eerie aura, slowly turned his hood towards Motan and said in a deep, hoarse voice, "Traveler filled with ominous presence, you must be clear about one thing. Cholera Tazdingo has never been your so-called biochemical advisor for the Blood Wing Clan. In fact, we only signed a rather simple contract, which was an equal transaction. After all, as the Angel Envoy of the Eternal Night, I have absolutely no chance of belonging to anyone's command, although..."
"Although you indeed bear responsibility for the fact that this poor Lady has become like this."
