Alfonso said, "When the genius Lanling, a freak of nature, arrives, how should we handle him?"
The female Shaman responded, "Can you tolerate him?"
Alfonso said, "If he is too outstanding, I cannot tolerate him."
"Then kill him," the female Shaman suggested.
Alfonso narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with coldness and murderous intent, hesitating and weighing his options.
The female Shaman said, "I heard Constantine sent people to Rakshasa City, probably intending to marry his daughter to the Barbarian King. Once he acquires these one hundred thousand Gold Coins, he can afford an astronomical dowry, making his daughter's marriage to the Barbarian King a sure thing. Once Nini'an becomes the Barbarian King's concubine, we can forget about attacking the Chimera Tribe."
Indeed, within a few thousand miles, no one dares defy the will of Rakshasa City. To the people of this land, the Southeast Barbarian King is as supreme as heaven and earth.
Alfonso pondered for a full ten minutes.
