Cleaning Up the Battlefield

"Grand Referee, are you all right?"

Liu Zheng walked over to Captain Dragonfly and pulled them up.

"I'm not dead yet."

Captain Dragonfly dismissed their armored form, then coughed up a pile of broken sugar cubes, along with ring worms that had been turned into sugar cubes.

"As long as you're not dead."

He smiled and patted their wing.

"Isn't it a little improper for you to be so casual with a referee?"

Captain Dragonfly looked somewhat uncomfortable.

"We're just comrades who've lived and died together now."

Liu Zheng said indifferently.

"Comrades can't give you prizes."

Captain Dragonfly said with narrowed eyes.

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"The competition was only interrupted, not ended. As the referee, I can still draw an item from the Three-Eyed Race contestant as your prize. And considering your righteous act of helping the referee maintain the competition, I can give you an additional reward."

"Of course, if we're comrades, then all I can give you is a hug."

Captain Dragonfly said.

"No need. We're both males, and hugging each other would be pretty gross. Let's handle business first, honorable Referee."

His expression turned serious in an instant.

"Do you humans really change your faces that quickly?"

"We call it reading the room."

Liu Zheng said solemnly.

"The room? How do you read a room? Humans have that kind of ability?"

Captain Dragonfly looked at him with newfound respect.

"Cough, cough. It's an ability, but not a supernatural one. That's not the point, Referee. Let's hurry up and continue with the process."

He said impatiently.

"You can inspect his corpse first and take whatever items you find. My ability can draw out the items that were hidden away, so don't waste them."

Captain Dragonfly reminded him.

This was information they could have mentioned or withheld,