Black Robe looked at Donkey fawningly. Disregarding his status and dignity, he lowered his head with an ingratiating smile and enthusiastically kissed Donkey's hooves several times. "We are the finest slave overseers! Respected Lord Donkey, we Two-Faced Wraiths are the best slave overseers. As long as we help manage the slaves, they won't dare refuse to work themselves to the bone!"
Donkey kicked Black Robe head over heels with one hoof, then spat a mouthful of phlegm reeking of betel nut and tobacco onto his face in disgust. "You really are lowly! But what I can't understand is why humans actually merged your sinful bloodline into their own bloodline inheritance! I truly can't understand what some bastards were thinking! No matter how wildly you fool around, you ought to have a bottom line!"
Black Robe was subdued by Donkey in just a few moves. Meanwhile, the young men and women striving to attack Spire's secret vault, as well as the golden centaurs carrying enormous tower shields and resisting the attacks of Spire's magical restrictions, had fallen into enormous trouble.
Whether these young men and women or the golden centaurs, they all knew that Black Robe was an envoy of exceedingly high status. Within the organization, envoys such as Black Robe, Purple Robe, and the envoy in red robes, whose ranks were distinguished by color, held the power of life and death over lower-ranking members like them. In their hearts, Black Robe had always been a mysterious, powerful, cold superior, ruthless and merciless in his methods.
Yet without warning, they saw Black Robe abase himself so completely before Donkey, even kneeling on the ground to kiss Donkey's hooves. This unbelievable scene was like an innocent young man suddenly seeing the dream lover of his first love streaking naked down the street—so