"What's wrong with me?" Richard looked at the Lich Old Man and asked curiously.
"What do you think is wrong!" the Lich Old Man said angrily. "Do you know what a huge mess that stupid piece of wood caused when you left without saying a word and suddenly rebelled?"
"Was it that serious?" Richard asked doubtfully. "Didn't Pandora say Tinwood was dealt with easily? Could it be... she didn't explain it clearly? Were you hurt?"
"Of course I..." The Lich Old Man was about to loudly announce the truth when he suddenly caught Pandora shooting him a disdainful sidelong glance. He forcefully changed his tone. "Of course I... wasn't hurt. Even if I was, it was only a minor injury. But I'm angry, that's all, because you left without telling me. I feel like you don't respect me."
"Fine, fine. If anything like this happens again, I'll definitely let you know," Richard said helplessly.
"Hmph, there'd better not be a next time," the Lich Old Man said with a curl of his lips.
Richard shrugged and, after thinking for a moment, asked, "By the way, where is the tree core Tinwood left behind?"
"With that little girl of yours. Don't ask me," said the Lich Old Man.
Hearing that, Richard turned to look at Pandora.
Pandora immediately said knowingly, "Wait for me. I'll bring it out right away."
With that, she turned and ran back to her study, returning shortly afterward. In her hands was a metal container resembling an iron pot, covered by a heavy stone slab.
Richard gave Pandora a somewhat complicated look and asked suspiciously, "You didn't just stew Tinwood, did you?"
In his view, if Tinwood had truly angered Pandora, she really might have turned Tinwood into a dish.
However, Pandora's answer still made him breathe