"No."
Amber replied, "There is no Apocalis kinder than the Archbishop."
"I'll take that as a sincere compliment."
Ding~
That mission notification sound was always bone-chilling, even reminding Zhao Bai of the terror of being ruled by online classes in the past. His hand trembled as he saw Otto's greeting—a sideways smiley from the ancient chatroom era that looked thoroughly punchable no matter how he viewed it.
Otto: {:)}
Zhao Bai: (￢︿￢☆)
Otto: (￣▽￣)"
Zhao Bai: (╯▔皿▔)╯
Hadn't I already deleted him? How did this guy secretly add me back again? Was there really someone this shameless in the world? Zhao Bai furiously jabbed at his phone screen and sent back a long string of gibberish. Otto had not only added him back, but had even started competing with him in emoticons. Who knew who he had learned that from.
Minister Zhao, our agreement remains valid. If you grow tired of staying at St. Freya, come to Europe and inherit my position as Archbishop.
Wait until the day you die.
Those words truly broke my heart. Is the world not beautiful enough? What drove you to utter such a vicious curse?
You, Lord Bishop.
Fine. As punishment for opposing me, your wish will be crushed. Your missions will come one after another, and you will never again have time to slack off. One more thing: I have approved your application to expand your team. How far will you get with one elite teammate and three deadweights? I look forward to finding out. Perform well.
Damn it!
The conversation ended. Zhao Bai did not want to keep this chat log for even another second, and instinctively tried to delete the contact. Yet the once-bright red delete button had turned grayish white. Pressing it produced no response at all. Otto