Benedict recalled for a moment with an ugly expression, then quickly deflated.
The Mutated were becoming more and more troublesome. All he could do about something like this was report it upward, yet he had no solution himself.
When he turned to Flesh Mountain, his face finally broke into a smile. "As expected of a boatswain with rich combat experience. Your observational skills are sharp. Once we get back, I'll apply for a permanent position for you."
Benedict had already forgotten that he had previously looked down on privately armed sailors.
Naturally, Flesh Mountain had no objection.
Taking this opportunity to join the Provisional Evolver Management Bureau was the fastest way to expand his influence.
His goal was not to become an official. There were naturally others to carry out that sort of task.
However, trust was important if he wanted to spread the faith. With the veneer of official authority, he believed he would make progress soon enough.
Since he was only a temporary worker, the following matters had nothing to do with Flesh Mountain.
Leaving team leader Benedict to miserably deal with the scene, Flesh Mountain leisurely headed home.
Although he had squandered all his previous assets, he still had a house and a car.
When he opened the door, he found a cardboard box inside, where it had been left after he had been away for so long.
Flesh Mountain was not surprised. He bent down, picked up the box, and broke the seal.
Sure enough, inside were the statues His Highness had sent someone to deliver.
Each Divine Statue gave off a faint, hazy radiance.
However, it was not very noticeable. Anyone with poor eyesight would probably fail to spot it.
Flesh Mountain's expression turned solemn. From the statues before him, he sensed a peculiar spiritual