"The banquet ended so soon? He's not going to enjoy it a bit more?" Des coldly remarked.
"The master is not someone who indulges in pleasure," Thunder earnestly explained.
Des was about to retort but his face darkened again, what was he doing, getting all worked up over a mechanical body?
"I'm not interested, tell your master I'm drunk right now and need to rest." Des attempted to close the door, but found it wouldn't budge, and looking down he spotted the mechanical body's leg jammed in the door crack.
"What are you trying to do?" Des's expression turned icy cold, did this mere mechanical body actually dare to bully him?
"Oh, sorry, sorry…" Thunder suddenly realized and hastily retracted its leg.
Des was utterly speechless, at a loss for words. The level of this mechanical body was just too poor.
After closing the door, the sudden interruption did not disrupt his thoughts. He pulled up the document again, opening the attached special protocol.