Rolin turned around, finally allowing Fang Hong to see his face clearly—in comparison with his appearance in the tournament with Fanric, he hadn't changed much, except perhaps due to the lighting, his complexion appeared somewhat pale.
Rolin smiled slightly: "Okay, I actually don't care who I ally with. But how can I trust that you will be the final victors?"
"You don't need to believe," Pudra replied, "We are not in a hurry to make you do anything. You just need to watch, I believe you are a smart person, Rolin, you will make the right decisions when the time comes."
Rolin looked at the old man, asking slowly and deliberately, "What do I need to contribute?"
Pudra, hands pressed against his mouth, coughed heavily, then raised his head and answered, "You know what you need to contribute, but it is of no real risk to you, isn't it? This is foolproof."
"There is no such thing as a risk-free endeavor in this world," Rolin said lightly, "Alright, I understand your point—"
