"Hey, my dearest old friend, Mr. Sai'an! Long time no see—have you been well?"
The familiar ripple of spiritual power and familiar manner of speech immediately told Punk, whose projection had just arrived at the fifth meeting of The Executors, exactly which fellow was ostentatiously pretending to be unserious.
Clearly, even after countless millennia had passed without notice, the mad Kane still retained his tiresome habit of arriving early just to flaunt himself. At that very moment, the mad knight maintained his trademark glittering golden radiance while greeting the spellcaster known as Whisper of Destruction, who was pretending not to see him. He looked like a peacock seizing every opportunity to show off his brilliance.
Though Professionals of the Chaotic Evil alignment like him generally had no "brilliance" to speak of...
"Watch your form of address, Baron Bisadas! The relationship between us has never been 'friends'... not in the past, not now, and never in the future. So unless you have something particularly important to say, I would ask a certain ostentatious baboon not to speak to me."
Whisper of Destruction responded to Instant Kill Spear's enthusiastic greeting in an icy, sinister voice. Even in front of the other ordinary Legendary Executors, Punk did not give Kane the slightest face.
After all... Punk still remembered perfectly well how the mad knight had abruptly intervened in his battle with Walkerway and rescued that lunatic mage. Although the Chairman's rules prevented him from stabbing a certain Morningstar Knight in the back anytime soon, he could at least spoil the other party's good mood with a few verbal barbs before the meeting officially began.
Of course, Instant Kill Spear, who had never cared about something as meaningless as face, did not mind the venomous mockery of his "old friend" at all. Even after