Gerald came up to Mike and said politely, "Thank you for helping the centaurs this time. If it weren't for you and Timus, I'm afraid we would have suffered a great loss."
Mike just nodded slightly and did not say anything.
He felt that helping the centaurs was something he should do. It was not a difficult thing anyway.
But after he nodded, Gerald changed his tone and asked, "What's your name?"
"Lord F*ck, I want to ask you a question."
Hearing Gerald's obviously displeased tone, Mike was slightly stunned and said, "What question?"
"Do you think I'm a centaur?"
Hearing this question, Mike was completely dumbfounded.
What is this nonsense?
"Of course you're a centaur. What's the problem?"
"Then do you think the people behind me are centaurs?"
"Naturally, they're also centaurs." Mike glanced at the centaurs behind Gerald and nodded. But he still did not understand what Gerald meant by asking these questions.