Amir did not want to reply.
During the time he had been away from the team, many people had tried to contact him. First Meteor, then Doctor and Messenger, and now Witch.
Amir opened his friends list, which he had not looked at in a long time, and found that several names had turned gray—dead.
He raised his brows in surprise and muttered, "You people sure had fun while I was gone. So many of you died."
In that case, he might as well reply and ask what had happened.
Amir's slender fingers tapped lightly through the air as he asked Witch: If you want me to come back, why didn't Meteor ask me herself?
Witch: Meteor's account is currently muted, and it hasn't been lifted yet. Where are you? I'll send you the coordinates. Hurry over and find us.
A coordinate was sent over at once.
Amir clicked to view it and discovered that the place was incredibly far away, separated from him by several countries.
Still, getting there was not impossible. Besides being skilled in music, a Bard was also a travel expert.
Amir slowly typed his reply: I've just found an interesting place and am about to have some fun. As for your place? Once I'm bored of this one, perhaps I'll spare you some attention. But don't get your hopes up. After all, novelty is always more enticing than a dull invitation.
"That damned bastard!!!"
In the basement, Witch flew into a rage. She grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the table and smashed it viciously onto the floor.
Fuming, she said, "Why did it have to be me contacting that guy?! I always thought there was something seriously wrong with him. He's like a lunatic—there's no way to communicate with him normally!"
Drunkard could