Randall arrived bewildered, then left just as bewildered.
He hadn't expected the Five Elders to summon him just to ask about the mysterious figure.
Once they had asked, they sent him away.
He had already prepared himself for a war of words with those strange old men.
Still, this was a good thing.
Pushing open the door, Randall found that the CP0 Chief was already gone.
He didn't care and simply retraced his steps.
Outside the Reverie, Mary Geoise was usually sparsely populated.
After all, the World Government officials were busy working, while the Celestial Dragons were busy enjoying themselves.
Unfortunately, Randall had poor luck and happened to run into a Celestial Dragon on his way back.
He heard her before he saw her.
Something whistled through the air, followed by a crack as a whip struck the ground.
"Crawl faster, you stupid slave!"
The voice was enough to make anyone instinctively recoil in disgust.
Another swish came, followed by a muffled grunt.
Randall turned to look and saw a burly man on his hands and knees.
On his back sat a Celestial Dragon as bloated as a maggot.
Randall raised his gaze to the Celestial Dragon's face, and inwardly exclaimed, Good grief.
He couldn't help sucking in a breath.
Yikes. Those mismatched eyes, those snot-filled nostrils, that nose that could trigger trypophobia, and those thick, bright red lips...
Put it this way: even Saint Charlos in women's clothing would have been easier on the eyes than this Celestial Dragon.
"Saint Babatina! Slow down, please. Be careful."
A masked man in a white suit followed beside her, carefully watching over the Celestial Dragon.
Seeing this, Randall quickened his pace, hoping to leave before he was noticed.
After all, running into a Celestial Dragon never led to anything good.
But it