"The answer?" Igor was taken aback by the question.
"I'm running out of time and can't explain it all to you two. You are the most foolish children I've ever met in my life, so foolish I can hardly describe it." Lord Soron's resentment hadn't dissipated. He wanted to chide these two idiots as he would his apprentices, but he couldn't find the right words at the moment.
After all, these two imbeciles weren't his apprentices, so he couldn't attack them with his usual vitriolic language. Lord Soron had a habit: he was unable to berate strangers; he only lashed out at his own apprentices.
When dealing with strangers, he could only ramble on...
And this rambling instantly eroded his original authority and momentum.
This caused Igor, who was already a bit dazed, to snap out of his stupor and revert to his brash state.
As Igor faced the rambling Lord Soron, his face was filled with disdain. "How can you be so long-winded?"
