"Go fuck yourself, do you think this is ordinary cabbage by the roadside? If I had one more piece, I would go in with you!" the man with the mustache muttered.
Ethan Smith giggled and said, "Why don't you just go? Aren't you afraid of being discovered by the Williams Saintess?"
The man with the mustache sneered, "I'm not afraid of shit, I have many ways, it's not that easy for her to detect me."
At this point, the man with the mustache couldn't help but sigh, "It's a waste giving this to you, when you go in, you're just there to be cannon fodder."
Ethan Smith scoffed, "You're wrong about that. If I could get in, I guarantee I'd get more than you."
"Enough, stop bragging, I admit defeat," the man with the mustache muttered.
Ethan Smith didn't explain to him either, after all, the secret treasure left by his father was not something he could tell others.
With the holy robe from the man with the mustache, Ethan Smith finally felt relieved.