Ritchie convinced them one by one.

Salina whispered: "You are creating a virtual panic."

Ritchie replied softly: "This is not virtual, there is indeed such a possibility. I just exaggerated it a little."

"But what you say is different from everyone. Even if you ask the human lord to march immediately, it is not the human lord to march immediately. They are ready for a long-term battle."

"I just used them as a reason. I need a reason, 'I think', 'I think', 'I think', and 'I think', are obviously unconvincing statements."

"You also created some degree of opposition?"

“I just made a competitive relationship between them.”

"If you convince each of them to give glory and let them not have any objections, wouldn't it be yours?"

The moonlight shone in from the window obliquely.

Ritchie didn't answer, but just lowered her head and flipped through the information left by Gray, busying herself.

"You are completely different from your father," Salina then said in Ritchie's mind: "This practice is more like a demonic method. And you are ready to maintain a cause of justice. To be honest, I was a little surprised."

"There is no distinction between good and evil in means. Only those who use the means can have good and evil." Ritchie pulled out a letter alone, held it in his hand and looked carefully, and said softly: "Okay, I don't want to discuss this with you. There are still many things to do. I have to imitate my father's handwriting and tone to write a letter to my mother, otherwise my mother might think too much."

"Where are Duke Beshir's questions she raised today, aren't you going to answer?"

"No need. I can't answer her, nor can I hurt her. At the same time, she has no evidence. I just need to remain silent. There are a lot of trouble now, more trouble than this."

"All right."

Lowering his head, Ricci started writing carefully. He didn't even write several pictures, and a pile of waste paper was lost in the trash can next to him.
Chapter completed!