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Ademisaul refused to go out today, no matter what anyone said.
"Fate tells me today is not a good day to go out." With his eyes closed, he firmly shook his head at the person outside his door. "Please let me take a day off. I want to write to Mrs. Norma."
"All right, then. Write up a request, and I'll take it to Miss Maria."
Sean scratched his head of blue hair and actually pulled a pink bow out of it. At the thought that it was already noon, and he had spent the entire morning walking around with a bow on his head, the burly, six-foot-tall man could not help blushing.
Thinking that his younger daughter must have used his hair to practice for her dolls again while he was not paying attention, he carefully smoothed out the creases and tucked it into his pocket. "We're expanding our processing factory today. It's all heavy lifting, so those skinny little arms and legs of yours really wouldn't be much help. Too many people around watching. Gavin said it wouldn't be good to use zombies for the work during the day, so he told me to go over first. He'll bring his subordinates over to help tonight."
"I've already written it." Well prepared, Ademisaul pulled a slip of paper from his language textbook and handed it to Sean. "Sorry for the trouble."
"You people from the Wheel of Fortune Pathway really are amazing." The Wind-blessed clicked his tongue in wonder. "Can you predict when I'll win the lottery?"
"I can't do that yet," Ademisaul said honestly. "You don't seem to have much luck with money lately."
"Ha! You little brat!" Before Sean could intimidate him, Ademisaul hurriedly shut the door. Standing outside, Sean cursed in mingled irritation and amusement,