Chapter 1712 [DO NOT UNLOCK]


    DO NOT UNLOCK


    Leonel grinned as the Go board disappeared. It seemed that Old Bastian had a bit of a temper, though that much should have been obvious after their first interaction. Truthfully, he was a little embarrassed. The reality was that he planned on giving Leonel a chance even if he lost. That was because he couldn''t even remember the last time he lost in a game of Portal. Winning or losing didn''t necessarily mean that Leonel was inferior to him, he was just making things a bit difficult on Leonel on purpose. The reason for this was because the most important aspect of the game, the portals themselves, were meant to be created at random. The issue was that there was no one skilled enough to make them. The game was extraordinarily complex.


    Leonel''s smile didn''t fade, but he had to admit that this man was sharp. Instead of answering directly, he swiped a hand over his face and suddenly, he looked exactly like Aerin. There wasn''t even a single strand of hair that was out of place. "Does this answer your question?"


    Old Bastian''s heart trembled. If Leonel really did something wild while using Aerin''s face, just what kind of storm would that cause?


    "Alright, into the Segmented Cube you go, Aerin."


    Aerin could only watch as Leonel clasped a hand over his shoulder. Looking into his own face was surreal, but frightening at the same time. He already understood exactly what Leonel wanted to do. Once Aerin was gone, Leonel looked right into Old Bastian''s eyes, trying to read him. "When you do things, you have to do them thoroughly. There are enemies knocking on your Dwarven Race''s door as we speak, they''re pressuring you to hand over treasures your prince fought for, they already tried to kill that very prince once before and they''ll do it again. "Pacifism won''t help you, it will only hinder you. Now isn''t the time to cower."