Same room, same tea room, same rhythm, same people brewing tea that seemed like it would never run out.
But today's self-reward had only just begun, and he hadn't even had his fill yet when His Excellency the "Slave Master" received an urgent order from his superiors. His favorite apprentice was at the door, relaying the request.
"You want us to activate those Golden Age weapons found in the military warehouses in the Eden District? And all just to support a bunch of gnolls on the brink of death?"
Confusion filled the Slave Master's response. He said doubtfully:
"Are you sure this is an order from the Prior? I don't see any reward worth the cost. Those weapons are incredibly powerful. Shouldn't we save them for more valuable targets? For example, fire a Destruction Bolt and wipe out Murphy and his little faction.
"We don't have that many resources to use at will. Shouldn't something on this strategic level be put to better use?"
His disciple promptly answered his question:
"I've confirmed that it is indeed an order from the Prior. He seemed to anticipate your objections, so he told me he could explain the significance of this operation to you in person."
"Never mind. He's the decision-maker, and we're the ones who carry out his orders. Everything that's happened in the past has proved the Prior's wisdom and foresight in these matters. Fools like us shouldn't waste his time—or our own—arguing."
A few seconds later, the Slave Master let out a sigh and said:
"Though I think using this precious weapon to destroy a Sun Ship is a waste, if he thinks it's worth it, then we'll do it. Tell our technicians to activate it immediately."
"One more thing, Mentor. The Prior ordered us to take a set of