Ammon's Grand Adventure (13)

Ammon gritted his teeth yet again and restrained the urge to recite an honorific name.

He knew perfectly well that even in another world, as long as he recited the honorific name according to the proper format, at the very least, the current Lord of Mysteries and his own father would definitely sense it.

But he still suppressed that weak thought.

It was not because of some so-called pride. When he had been crammed into a room with several children, eating, shitting, and pissing, he had long since thrown that sort of thing beyond the clouds. The reason he had not put the idea into action was that he knew full well that neither the current Lord of Mysteries nor his own father would offer him any help.

They might kill the two traffickers afterward and rescue those little brats, but for him, all of this was punishment to begin with.

Ammon would not do something so thankless. If possible, he would rather those two traffickers lived until the end of time, then return himself and give them the most brutal punishment imaginable.

After a round of self-comfort along the lines of "Once I'm rich, I'll definitely do xx," Ammon finally fell asleep. With a high chance that the place was under surveillance, he had no intention of causing trouble.

Or rather, it would have a better effect if he waited until the two traffickers believed he had completely cut himself off from the "supernatural" and had fallen asleep without a care.

Nothing happened that night. Sister Qiong, who had not slept so soundly in a long time, was stunned to discover that she had slept a little too soundly. She immediately woke A Liang next door. Like her, after suffering from neurasthenia for quite some time, he too