Snow Old Dog, who had been kicked to the ground, took it calmly. He stood up with a smile and dusted off his robe.
He looked down at Young Master, who was glaring at him, and said gently, "See? If you weren't so forgetful, I wouldn't have had to take that kick."
Young Master was about to speak when he finally understood what Old Dog meant: Old Dog knew perfectly well that this would expose his petty decision to stand by and watch Sanda King make a fool of herself. Getting beaten up was inevitable.
Sanda King might even come after him again later. That woman always kept score, and she never stopped until the ledger was cleared.
Yet even knowing the consequences, Old Dog had told Sanda King just to teach Young Master a lesson. Before this, he had clearly intended to keep his mouth shut.
Otherwise, he would have spoken up a few days ago, when Sanda King was searching everywhere for the culprit. Xue Yunfeng had a sharp tongue, but he really wasn't one to tell tales. He usually kept such things to himself unless the time came to settle accounts.
So was this Old Dog settling the whole account with him? Young Master was a little dazed. Had ruining Old Dog's plans for the past few days really hurt that much?
The young master, who had only ever received other people's plans and never watched anyone write them, finally felt a little guilty. He was still reluctant, but he supposed he would keep that secretary after all!
With their differences finally settled, the Undead began diligently accompanying Vera as she scattered seeds of every kind of plant across Mount Alarim.
The Undead had assumed the Fairy Queen would set out for Mill Forest once she had