Right, let that foolish Boboke be their guide!
Consider it his chance to redeem himself."
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"It's all your fault! It's all your fault! Damn it, you misled me into thinking I must use battle merits to wash away my failures. Now I'm doomed! Military Governor Hurley stripped me of all my honors, and it's all because of you, you cursed crippled scum!"
In Boboke's private tent, after being savagely whipped, Boboke clutched a knife, eyes bloodshot, and shouted at the hooded figure in front of him, who was leisurely savoring Dark Mountain Range jerky:
"I'll kill you!"
"Kill me if you want, poor Boboke, but you know without my analysis of the situation, your foolish mind would've been outsmarted and driven out to die by those cunning Military Governors long ago, not to mention getting some makeshift troops from them."
Nash, who was staying in Boboke's tent under the guise of a "prisoner" from the Black Eye Clan, was not fazed at all.
