After the short, stout man entered, he stopped and bent over with effort. His protruding chest and even more protruding belly slammed fiercely into each other with a "splat."
The short, stout man looked at the man seated on the Bone Chair and said respectfully, "Gray Mist Master, I'm back."
The man called Gray Mist Master did not move. He was still lost in thought.
The short, stout man's three connected chins trembled a few times. After thinking for a moment, he raised his voice and called again, "Chief Steward! I'm back."
Only then did the man come back to himself. He tilted his head slightly to glance at the fat man and asked, "Was everything taken care of?"
"I inspected both the north and east. I found some minor issues, so I hurried back to report them to you," the fat man said.
"The north and east?" The man frowned. "So half the places still haven't been handled? Ge Luofu, your efficiency is rather low."
"Please forgive me, sir." The fat man bent deeply at the waist, his face full of fear and trepidation. The flesh on his face quivered incessantly, as though grease might fling off it.
"Sir, I truly did my best, but there were simply too many places to visit. I didn't dare be careless, so naturally my speed was slow. Besides, I was alone..." the fat man explained quickly.
"Alone?" Hearing this, the man interrupted him and asked with some puzzlement, "Wasn't Qiekafu assisting you with the inspections? How were you alone?"
"Well..." The fat man hesitated, secretly raised his head to glance at the man, and asked tentatively, "Sir, have you forgotten? Qiekafu died in the line of duty several months ago."
"Hm?" The man was slightly taken aback. His brows first furrowed, then