Chapter 513 I’ll Help You Vent Your Anger
“Oh?” Dickson was rather disappointed.
Tyr chuckled in amusement. “That’s what happened. However, there is a way to court girls. It can be summed up in eight words, and is known as the Mantra of Eight Words.”
“Mantra of Eight Words?” Dickson’s eyes lit up. “Brother Tyr, what is this Mantra of Eight Words? Tell me please. I’m begging you.”
Tyr rested his chin in his hand as he pretended to be pensive for a moment before answering, “Don’t be afraid to die. Just do it!”
“What do you mean?” Dickson seemed confused.
Honestly speaking, Tyr had no idea what those eight words meant. It was wisdom Juan Yates had bestowed upon him some time ago.
On that note, Tyr was no better than Dickson when it came to pursuing a woman. They were both idiots in matters of the heart. The difference was that Tyr was a tad smarter than Dickson. At least Tyr was not a man who was wet behind the ears.
When Dickson noticed Tyr was hesitant to explain the so-called Mantra of Eight Words, he felt anxious. “Bro

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