The Holy Lord's innate power of verbal temptation caused Chen Luo's Primogems to be deducted bit by bit. It wasn't much, but it still pained Chen Luo, and he couldn't let on that he had noticed the temptation.
His level of despair surpassed even what he had felt when facing Aponia.
At least Chen Luo could speak up to stop Aponia, and Aponia was a beautiful girl.
How dare you, you damn statue?
You'd better cough up more than 2,000 Primogems, or I'll grind your bones to dust and feed them to Wangcai!
Oh, right, Wangcai was Tingyun. It should be fed to the Treasure Chest Monster!
"Thank you for your trust, brave warrior. I shall not fail your expectations. The day I retire in glory shall be the day of your coronation!" the Holy Lord said emotionally.
Ding! Mental-type ability fluctuation detected. Primogems -1.
"..."
Fine, now it was 3,000 Primogems.
You'd better have a commission worth over 3,000 Primogems!
Otherwise, I'll feed you to Wangcai!
Forget it. He should just call the Treasure Chest Monster Wangcai later.
After Tingyun's funeral.
Seeing Chen Luo's barely concealed delight, the Holy Lord sneered inwardly.
Sure enough, these interstellar idiots might possess the ability to travel through space, but their brains still didn't work very well.
Come to think of it... why did this alien look Asian?
The Holy Lord didn't understand, nor did he care to.
He had considered whether this man was merely playing along by believing him so quickly, but seeing that the girl beside him who was swinging a hammer around didn't look very bright, the Holy Lord felt it probably wasn't an act.
And even if they were scheming against him, so what?
Once the Holy Lord reclaimed his own power, mere aliens could be destroyed with