The Storm Dragon Temple must be built."
"Alright, alright, I didn't say I wouldn't build it for you, just complaining a bit, what's the hurry? But Aidan, without a Divine Office or a Divine Rank, why are you building a temple? Don't tell me you're aiming to snatch the position of the Storm God? Damn, if that's true, then you're freaking awesome. If you really become a deity, I'll be your God's Chosen, guaranteed to work my butt off for you, and serve you comfortably."
Mo Fei found himself somewhat at a loss with this girl; her speed of conversation was too fast, even faster than most guys.
"That's not something you need to worry about." Having said that, he flapped his wings and flew away.
As he flew towards Altland, Mo Fei studied his gains from this time.
Previously, on the battlefield, he was busy showing off, with the enemy closing in step by step. He hadn't even had time to loot the bodies, and who knows which bastard ended up benefitting.