...Did the Eighth Continent Get a Living Dad Today?
"I heard Horse King Heracles is pregnant."
For some reason, Fang Mo could barely suppress the upward curve of his lips. "Perfect. I happen to have a job I want to try on it..."
"You're not planning to make it miscarry, are you?"
Jiro had not known Fang Mo for very long, so he could not help asking.
"Probably not." Just as he said that, Ichiryu shook his head beside him, rejecting Jiro's guess. "Fang Mo isn't that cruel..."
"True."
Midora chimed in as well. "I heard from my subordinates that this guy seems to really like the young of all kinds of creatures. Rather than making that Horse King, whatever its name was, Heracles, miscarry... I'm more inclined to think he wants to steal its child."
"Nani?"
Jiro subconsciously scratched the back of his head. "His hobby is actually kidnapping children?"
"Hmph, perhaps."
Midora snorted. "Anyway, after investigating him, my people told me this guy might have some Copper-smelting tendencies..."
"The hell, you're a freak who smelts moms, and you've got the nerve to talk about me?"
Fang Mo finally could not take it anymore and immediately shot back, "And could your people stop showing off? At most, they know how to fight, yet they're trying to play intelligence agents now? Joya's Gourmet Paradise has already infiltrated your shitty Gourmet Association like a sieve, okay?"
"What did you say? Infiltrated?"
Midora's face showed surprise. "You mean enemy spies have infiltrated the Gourmet Association?"
"Oh right, I almost forgot about that..."
Fang Mo slapped his forehead. "Quite a few people in IGO and the Gourmet Association have already become Joya's lackeys. They're probably just waiting for the right time to stab you in the back."
"I have noticed something of the