What Internet?
"I have a plan…"
A wicked smile appeared on Marykith's face.
Kant glanced at her from the corner of his eyes and nodded." Yes, Parrot Darch. You always have a plan."
"F * ck, I would have forgotten if you didn't mention it."
The building quickly tilted again. Big Cousin isn't done yet!"
"Didn't I leave all my equipment there?" Kant squinted.
"F * ck." The wise, noble, elegant, and beautiful Phoenix King Marykith, who was admired, praised, and remembered by the elves and even the history books of various races, spat like a hooligan.
Perhaps it was because she was wearing the identity of Derila, but she had no pressure to do this kind of thing.