Where Are the Reinforcements?

Bai Zhu put down the phone, instantly perking up.

"Young master, let's go."

Milluki had already packed the mechanical bugs from the floor into compression cases row by row, moving absurdly fast.

Bai Zhu looked at the mess all over the place and could not help speaking up.

"Young master, with the room like this, will the bank make us pay for the damages?"

Milluki did not even look up.

"No."

"What if they do?"

"Even if we pay, it won't be much."

Bai Zhu clutched his chest.

"Could you please consider what ordinary people can afford?"

Milluki closed the last case.

"You're getting paid by me now, so you're not exactly ordinary."

Bai Zhu immediately straightened his back.

"Good point."

He turned to look at the offering tray.

After thinking it over, Bai Zhu tore off a roasted chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, then set the rest back in place.

"Lady Mazu, it's an emergency. I'll owe you half for now. I'll make it up when we get back."

Milluki walked to the door and, upon hearing that, stared wide-eyed.

Then he quietly took a pastry from the table, broke it in half, placed one half beside the offering tray, and stuffed the other half into his mouth.

Bai Zhu saw it.

Milluki pretended not to see that Bai Zhu had seen it.

"Young master."

"What?"

"That's blasphemy."

"Shut up. I was just copying you. Can't I eat it?"

"You can, but Mazu might not protect foreigners. She probably won't accept half a foreign pastry."

Hearing Bai Zhu say that, Milluki spat out the pastry in his mouth and put it back on the tray.

"She'll accept it now, right? Imported premium goods!"

"Once we're on the ship, stay away from me. I'm afraid lightning will