Signal flare
"No, Hercules, you're overthinking it. The Saint's Association can't afford to support both of them!"
Li Bai gave the old pal a frank warning.
You're an old pal, not literally thick-headed!
Don't harbor delusions about making a move on the Demon King. Did you really want to take a third hit from Spiritual Eye Illusion?
The second hit had already reduced the "Strength" Saint to this state. Did that unlucky fool have no sense at all?
"No, but..."
Heracles Enzo Camillo glanced back at Qingyao Demoness happily wolfing down huge mouthfuls of food and began to hesitate. In the end, he couldn't bring himself to say the word "can."
These two lovely ladies could really eat—even more than he could. If they kept eating like this, they would indeed become a considerable expense.
And it was impossible to feed them nothing but pasta at every meal, right? Food alone was already costing this much. If clothing, food, housing, transportation, entertainment (gaming), training (practicing Demonic Arts), combat, fooling around, and cleaning up the messes were all added together, it was impossible to imagine. Simply impossible...
When it came to spending money, spoiled women often had far more experience in that area. Otherwise, dating wouldn't come with openly stated demands for a house and a car. Without some family wealth, a person really couldn't withstand that kind of spending.
While Li Bai was still teasing Hercules, a red Signal flare rose ahead of them, climbing higher and higher.
"Something's happening!"
Diana pointed at the Signal flare at once, promptly alerting Li Bai.
Li Bai asked in confusion, "A red Signal flare? What does it mean? An attack, or have they spotted enemies?"
"Maybe they're calling for help!"
Diana guessed.
As it turned out, she was right.
An hour later, six