Since the monkeys are still watching, this chicken must be slaughtered.
But who is the chicken, and how to kill it is quite particular.
If you get pecked by the chicken or splattered with blood while killing it, that would be rude.
Roland handed the question to Sif, and the impromptu test began.
Sif pondered for a long time, slightly lowering her head with some embarrassment, "Roland, there's too little information available. I'm a bit at a loss. Do you have any tips?"
Roland raised an eyebrow slightly, and slammed his palm heavily on the table, the loud sound startled Sif.
She instinctively stood up, murmuring softly, "Did I say something wrong again?"
"No, you didn't, you're absolutely right."
Roland gestured for Sif to sit down with a single hand, smiling as he said, "Congratulations, you've realized the importance of intelligence."
"Without intelligence, it is indeed difficult to make an accurate judgment," he added with a smile.
