"tsk, tsk, tsk~ tsk, tsk, tsk~" Xue Yunfeng held the intelligence report in his hand, sighing with emotion as he clicked his tongue nonstop.
"What are you doing?" Old School Striking King, whom he had suddenly summoned, asked unhappily. "Why are you tsking? Woof!"
Xue Yunfeng's hand froze. He looked at the female priest with an absurd expression. "You... are dissatisfied that I called you back?"
"Obviously!" Old School Striking King nimbly shifted on the windowsill where she sat, changing legs and folding one against her chest. "I was having fun!
Why did you call me back?
Who wants to squat here and listen to a dog bark?"
"Old Age, come on~ You can't go this far." Xue Yunfeng spoke with difficulty. "I told you to watch Asking Sword and Doomsday to make sure they didn't fight, not to wipe them all out."
"When did I?" Old School Striking King shouted indignantly. "Their speed at intercepting the sea monsters was too slow, so I only gave them a little lesson... ah, trained their reaction speed a bit!"
"Old Age, come look. Come see how many unread messages are on this tablet of mine." Xue Yunfeng held up his tablet. "I've nearly torn all my hair out, and I still have to receive piles of complaints from those two families... Even if there are only a few hundred, it's still a heavy burden, understand?"
Old School Striking King curled her lips. "What can I do? That's the only bit of fun I have! Who told them to be so useless?"
"So, do you want to go deliver goods to Dieter with Thunder?" Xue Yunfeng asked her gently, seemingly not caring at all that he had just been cursed like a dead dog.
"Hmm? We're allowed to fight Eden?" Old School Striking