Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 7230 (Seven Thousand Two Hundred and Thirty) Three Possibilities
"Oh, so you just think it doesn't matter what you say?" the gray-handed man asked. "Does that mean it's okay to say a third possibility?"

“Of course it’s possible. Then it can be said to be ‘three-fold possible’,” said the brown-handed man.

“I think it’s more than just ‘three cans’,” the gray-handed man laughed.

The brown-handed man asked, "Then what do you think is an appropriate word to say?"

“It’s possible, it’s possible,” the gray-handed man said.

"What did you just think of?" the brown-handed man asked.

"You were the one who thought you could say whatever you wanted, and now you're asking me," said the gray-handed man.

“I asked you to understand what you’re thinking,” the brown-handed man said.

“You already understand,” said the gray-handed man.

“No, I asked you what you thought of just now, but you didn’t answer,” the brown-handed man said.

“But I did speak after you asked me that question,” the gray-handed man said.

“Speaking isn’t an answer,” said the brown-handed man.

Grayhand said, "Words themselves can explain things."

"Can this really prove anything?" the Brown-Handed Man asked.

The gray-handed man said, "You asked me about this separately this time."

“Yes, why didn’t you answer directly?” the brown-handed man asked.

"Can I choose not to answer directly?" the gray-handed man asked.

“Sure,” said the brown-handed man, “but you’re planning to give a roundabout answer, aren’t you?”

"Are you trying to entice me to talk about something?" the Grayhand asked.

“I didn’t intend to seduce you, but if you think I did, then give me an answer about what it would be like to be seduced,” the brown-handed man said.

The gray-handed man smiled and said, "No."

"How did it become 'gone'?" the brown-handed man asked.

“There never was,” said the gray-handed man. “As I just said, I wasn’t planning on answering directly.”

The brown-handed man said, "I know, but you should answer indirectly." "I didn't say I had to answer indirectly," the gray-handed man said.

"What are you planning to do, neither answering directly nor beating around the bush?" the brown-handed man asked.

“Actually, you already knew the answer when you asked that question,” said the gray-handed man.

“You just won’t answer, yet you say I know what’s going on,” the brown-handed man said.

"I mean you know what you're doing, is that alright?" the gray-handed man asked.

"No problem?" the brown-handed man asked.

“Yes,” said the gray-handed man. “Do you think I’m wrong?”

"You're saying I have it all figured out with such certainty, so there's no problem?" the brown-handed man asked.

"Then just answer whether you think I'm wrong," said the gray-handed man.

"This matter has suddenly become one that I need to answer directly?" the Brown-Handed Man said. "That's a rather sudden change!"

"So, do you want to get used to this transformation?" the gray-handed man asked with a smile.

“Since you’re laughing like that, I’ll just have to get used to it,” said the brown-handed man.

"Does your adaptability or not have anything to do with how much I laugh?" the gray-handed man asked.

“Yes, I can hear the confidence in your laughter,” the brown-handed man laughed.

"Did you 'hear' it based on your own imagination?" the gray-handed man asked.

“You can say that, but that doesn’t change the fact that I think you’re very confident,” said the Brown-Handed Man.

"What kind of confidence?" Grayhand asked.

"That kind of confidence that I'll definitely cooperate with you, huh?" the brown-handed man laughed.

The gray-handed man laughed loudly.

“You’re laughing again,” said the brown-handed man.

"Do you think I'm more confident now?" Grayhand asked.