"I didn't expect that the God of Truth also likes to bet." Diroth smiled: "Aren't you afraid that I will keep you?"

Jasmine was fearless: "There are many people who want me to die, but unfortunately Lance didn't do it. Do you think you are stronger than Lance?"

Di Roth smiled, and the cold atmosphere before suddenly disappeared.

“We were not enemies either.”

His tone became a little ambiguous: "To some extent, we are still very similar; at least we are all still curious about the world."

Jasmine was unmoved: "But your curiosity is too strong. At this time, you shouldn't start a civil war in Purgatory. We all know what the original intention of the establishment of Purgatory was."

"So?" Diroth shook his eyebrows: "You made this bet? If you win, you want me to be at peace for a while?"

"Stay for a hundred years." Jasmine said firmly: "We will bet on who Ma Wen will choose."

"We all know that he has to make a choice, or he will die."

"I think he will turn to me for you, the unreliable devil."

Diroth laughed and showed a playful look:

"Do you really think he would choose this?"

Jasmine said lightly: "You can bet he chooses you."

Who knew that Diroth smiled softly and said something amazing: "I will accept the bet; if you lose, you will leave yourself and do not interfere with the matter of purgatory."

"But I won't bet on Ma Wen to choose me."

"I guess...the two of us. This guy doesn't choose either."

As soon as this said, Jasmine finally frowned.

...

Fernan, in the field of smelting, Marvin finally made a decision.

His eyes swayed back and forth in the two marks, and finally stopped.

"I hope you can help me."

He murmured silently in his heart.

...
Chapter completed!