Alvin brought several families over for a reunion, but he could only open the door to Hell again and drag over a group of military bigwigs for a meeting...
Inside a makeshift conference room...
Alvin, who hated pointless bickering, explained Nidavellir's situation, then left the conference room...
These bigwigs represented the interests of multiple parties, so they needed to close the door and coordinate among themselves.
And the process of "coordination" was what Alvin had the least patience for!
Watching several children put "Warhammer" Mobile Armor over themselves under Big Nick's guidance...
Alvin walked over with a smile, put a slightly oversized helmet on Little Ginny's head, and asked with a grin, "What are you doing?"
Little Ginny struggled to straighten the helmet, then put another helmet over Little Morgan's head. Little Morgan was sitting on the floor, pulling on her own foot and trying desperately to stuff it into her mouth...
The large helmet almost covered most of Little Morgan's body and pinned her arms down...
The little girl fell over uncomfortably and wriggled twice like a fat silkworm. When she realized she seemed unable to escape the helmet's restraint, she could only burst into tears with a loud "Wah!"
Seeing Little Ginny stagger as she tried to pick Little Morgan up, Alvin hurried over first and rescued the little girl...
Holding Little Morgan in his arms, Alvin looked at the chubby little bundle wrapped in a diaper, then glared at Little Ginny, who was holding her helmet with both hands and staring at him...
Little Morgan had been nourished by Dragon Bone Wine since she was young, so her body was astonishingly sturdy.
Otherwise, if she had been any other four-month-old baby, Little Ginny might have ended up in prison...
Holding the babbling Little Morgan and looking at