As he spoke, Sakaki Makoto laughed:
"Once the weeds are gone, even if the dragon has many treasures, who can he show off to?"
"A cave is just a place to live. A place with weeds is home."
Nodding, Asakura Nobuaki understood a little:
"But..."
“What if someone steals the weeds?”
"That's hard to say..."
Sakaki Makoto sighed quietly:
"Under the red apple is white flesh, and wrapped in the flesh is... a black core."
"If the weeds that sustain the dragon's sanity disappear, it will go crazy, spewing terrifying dragon fire, and rush desperately towards the Babylonian tower that imprisoned the weeds..."
"Even if it has to face a mighty army and powerful bows and crossbows, it will eventually use its sharp claws and fangs to tear through the steel cage, carefully carry away the weeds, and when it leaves, it will flick its tail and smash the tower to pieces."
By the end of his speech, Sakaki Makoto's face was grim, veins popped on the back of his hand, and he pushed the bullet into the chamber with force, speaking word by word with a fierce and terrifying murderous aura:
"I will fight anyone who steals my last piece of cheesecake to death!"
"It seems..."
Asakura Nobuaki smiled faintly:
“You’ve found your own important thing.”
"What do you need me to do?"
"Pray."
Sakaki Makoto stood up suddenly, put on his coat, inserted the M3 submachine gun and two Colt M1911a1s into his waist, and grabbed a few stun grenades.
He gently placed a bullet with the letter R engraved on it on the table. The tip of the bullet flashed coldly, just like his eyes at the moment:
"Pray for those who are about to die..."
Asakura Nobuaki nodded, opened the black leather Bible on his chest, closed his eyes devoutly, and moved his mouth at the same time as Sakaki Makoto, muttering silently:
"in...the bleak mid winter...."
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