Mary Geoise, Pangaea Castle, Morris's residence.
Morris walked in with a newspaper, looking extremely excited.
"Father, good news!"
Morris's Father was sitting on the sofa, smoking gloomily.
He felt as though thorns had sprouted all over his body. Nothing felt comfortable.
It was fucking unbearable.
It had been ten whole days and seven hours since he last played with slaves!
He missed his adorable slaves so much!
"What good news?"
Morris's Father spoke listlessly.
What did it matter how good the news was?
All he wanted right now was to play with slaves!
"Father, look at this!"
Morris didn't mind his reaction and simply handed him the newspaper.
Morris's Father took it and gave it a casual glance.
"What is this? Just two pirate crews going at each other like dogs.
How is that good news?!"
Morris's Father irritably tossed the newspaper aside.
"No, Father, look at this sentence."
Morris spread the newspaper out in front of his father and pointed to a sentence.
Morris's Father slapped the newspaper away.
"I don't want to look! I just want slaves!"
He shouted and complained.
His movements were so violent that the burning tobacco fell out of his pipe.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
After a frantic scramble, the two finally patted out the flames on his clothes.
Morris's Father looked at his son resentfully.
He had already been miserable, and now he felt even worse!
"Hurry up and fucking tell me what the good news is.
If it doesn't impress me, just wait until I break your legs!"
Morris's Father slammed the table.
Cold sweat trickled down Morris's face.
He no longer dared to keep his father in suspense and said directly:
"Father, our chance has come!"
"Chance? What chance?"
Morris's Father eyed Morris warily.
Morris hurriedly said:
"In that news story, Vista