"Yes, Mr. Sheriff, take a look, take a look, what are these requirements?"

"Demand when to be home and when not to be home,

Asking to turn on the lights, asking to write one's name,

ha!

It's almost like a kid playing house!

It's that kind of game of "do as I say, or you'll get a spanking"!

Sheriff, didn’t you play with it when you were a kid!?”

Klein's face twisted.

The man continued:

"That Chen Yan, he can do these things easily."

"Don't say that Asians are inherently smarter than us."

"Even an Imperial person with a normal mind can easily meet these requirements if he thinks of a way!"

Klein realized something sad.

"According to your statement, that Geralt Sif, his death..."

The man didn't feel that this was a tragedy.

He laughed.

"Yes! Mr. Sheriff!

Geralt Sif was completely fooled to death by himself!"
Chapter completed!