Wouldn't his closeness with the God of Joy be even greater than with the Hunt and the Undying?!!!
No—
He had rambled on so much... surely he wasn't just messing with everyone, right?!
The singer, who had chosen to follow Russell after hearing his remarks about the company and hoped she might be of use someday, felt her scalp go numb.
"Send me to the Dusk Tavern?"
"You want me to represent the Joy Faction at Penacony?"
"If that's the case, then allow me to refuse. I'm already a believer of the Amber King."
He brought up the biggest recent matter and bluntly refused. Although he had received blessings twice, he still believed himself to be a proper Amber Banner of the company.
As soon as he said that—
The long-johns-clad figure across from him hurriedly began explaining. Then it spoke miserably—if it even had a face.
"Escorting you to World's End is an order from my creator."
"No."
Russell refused without hesitation. He had already registered with the Xianzhou; he really wasn't familiar with those poor relatives at World's End.
Besides—
When the Reincarnation Motorcycles had screwed him over last time, the Masked Fools had even sent an outsourced worker to give them ideas.
The only reason he hadn't gone to settle the score was that he hadn't found a way to deal with them yet. Those people were too deranged; even if you sent them to Ancient Greece as pretty boys, they would still enjoy it.
"You can go wash up and sleep. Want me to give you another eight thousand so you can have an online romance with a Victoria's Secret model's underwear?"
"You absolutely have to go!!"
"If you don't go, my lord, that idiot Aha will definitely make everyone in the universe wear men's underwear