"Monk, if you really don't like it, give that black eagle a couple of hits—but don't kill it."
"I still need to have a proper talk with General Armstrong later. It wouldn't be good if things got too ugly."
Yan Qi sent the message to the seven-colored parrot through their mental link.
But the response he received was a wave of disdain.
Yan Qi admitted that he was starting to panic.
If Monk really did something irrational, he, as its owner, would definitely get dragged into it!
What excuse could he use then?
Say it had drunk too much and was a little tipsy?
But the one drinking wasn't the bird—it was Yan Qi!
"I should never have agreed to Armstrong..." Yan Qi thought anxiously, glancing discreetly at the Spirit Clan general, who had his head tilted back toward the sky and was chuckling foolishly.
But at that moment, his Data Panel chimed.
The distinctive notification sounded in his ears. It was a message from Pan Xiaoxiao.
Yan Qi had no time to pay attention to what was happening in the air and hurriedly opened it.
After only one glance, half his tipsiness vanished. He cried out in shock:
"You've got to be kidding me—they actually agreed?"
"What did they actually agree to?" Armstrong muttered, his face flushed red.
Perhaps because he was happy, the Spirit Clan general had just downed an entire cup of wine in one gulp. The alcohol had clearly gone straight to his head.
"The proposal your Queen Elizabeth put forward." Yan Qi looked at Armstrong in astonishment. "Earth held a meeting to discuss it, and they agreed."
"They said that once a time is arranged and the standard inspection procedures are completed, the people can be sent to Earth."
"Huh? That really is fantastic news,