Looking up at the red-haired boy with a crossbow slung over his shoulder, bathed in the brilliant sunlight pouring down over his head at noon, Bill thought the boy looked somewhat like a seasoned professional soldier.
Bill felt dazed—was this a magician? Had his master's cultivation really been so half-baked?
"Then this young master will eliminate the last wolf. You two uncles can rest here!"
Mirai found himself extremely confident in what he had just said. The "visions" brought by Silver Eye had undoubtedly filled him with confidence; he could live better in the future of the New World.
Feeling the cold touch of the crossbow, Mirai headed toward the mine, thinking excitedly, This time, Old Newman will definitely look at me differently!
He did not want to see Hugh looking at him with that almost abandoned expression. In his previous world, he had been an exceptionally persistent person, just as he had endured eighty-seven failed job attempts in pursuit of work with his favorite actor.
But he had not succeeded in the end! At the very least, when Mirai soon lay down and became a corpse, he would be happy.
"Master Mirai... hello, Master!"
After Bill called out twice, Mirai snapped out of his high spirits and heroic airs. Turning around, he thought, What is it, Uncle Bill? Ha, you don't need to worry about me. He even patted the crossbow on his right shoulder with his left hand.
Bill untied a cylindrical object from his waist and said to Toon, "Master, you didn't take the crossbow bolts."
"Ah, ah, I see, hahaha." Xiu Yin walked over with an embarrassed expression and accepted the bolt case.
"Master, you must be careful!"
Jack dragged his injured leg and barely sat up. Still, he had some doubts about whether his master