"Oh, there he is."
Mobet pointed ahead and said, "The one in split-crotch pants with his little willy showing-that's you, isn't it, Longzel..."
Bang!
Before he could finish, Shatas smacked him on the head. "Shut up!"
Groselle gestured with his enormous fingers. "Such a tiny little thing..."
Everyone immediately looked over, unsure whether he meant Longzel's height or something else.
The giant scratched his head in confusion. "Why is everyone suddenly looking at me?"
Just then, the little boy stumbled and pitched forward. Before he could land face-first, a young woman rushed over and pulled him up. "Be careful!"
"I know, Mom."
The little boy giggled and started skipping about again.
"Mom."
Longzel stared blankly at the young woman. His mother had already been dead for several years when he entered Groselle's Travels. He had never expected to see his mother in her youth again like this.
Although he could only watch from afar.
Even that was enough to satisfy him.
"All right, you've had your look. Time to go back."
Pallez said, "The five of you stand out too much. If the authorities spot you, there'll be trouble."
"Thank you very much, Mr. Pallez."
Longzel thanked him.
"No need to thank me. I'm only looking after you at that person's request."
The group retraced their steps to the villa. As soon as they entered, they saw a young man in his early twenties wearing a coat sitting on the sofa. He seemed to have been waiting for quite some time.
"Mr. Sparrow."
Everyone immediately recognized him and hurried to greet and thank him.
Pallez, however, looked at Edward in bewilderment-why did he feel that this "Chosen" was actually the President himself?
Forget it. Whether he is or not, I'll just treat him as though he isn't.
"How does it