611 Banquet

Regarding his subordinates' love lives and marriages, Linden had always been indifferent. He even played matchmaker now and then, such as tying the red thread for a certain Tailless Lizardman and a Werewolf.

But Pink Puji was different. At least, not right now.

He had only just managed, after no small effort, to equip her with those two strategic-level weapons of mass destruction, the Elemental Lords of fire and ice. Linden wished he could make her stay in the Mushroom Garden every day, on maximum standby at all times.

And now someone had suddenly come to tell him they wanted to find her a husband, have her start a family, and bear children?

What kind of joke was that?

What about the combat power of those two Elemental Lords? Linden himself could not command them!

He still had to save the world. Stop making trouble!

Marriage could absolutely wait until the world was saved, and then they could hold it in grand style!

Starting a family at thirty or so was not late at all!

"In conclusion, Comrade Eiding, this mission concerning the safety of the world is now in your hands." Marshal Puji stood on a stone block, laid a tentacle on Eiding's shoulder, and entrusted it to him with solemn gravity.

Eiding's mouth opened slightly. In those eyes that always seemed steady, there was actually a touch of bewilderment now. "You mean... you want me to go... ruin the matchmaking banquet that Duke Alama carefully prepared for Miss Inanna?"

"Relax." Marshal Puji waved a tentacle. "Pink Puji will cooperate with you. She has no intention of doing this herself, so this matchmaking banquet was never going to succeed anyway. Your main task is to make the scene ugly enough, awkward enough, that Alama gives up on the idea