"What good stuff did you send to the Goddess so early in the morning?"
After leaving Country R and sitting on the plane back to the castle, Duke Dracula looked curiously at Michael beside him and could not help but ask.
Michael glanced at him and said, "Guess?"
Duke Dracula was speechless. "There's no clue. How can I guess?"
"If you can't figure it out, don't ask any more questions. Why are you so gossipy at such an old age?" Michael had no intention to answer at all.
"Did you take a fancy to that woman? Whether it's an ordinary woman or a goddess, sending something that the other party likes will always be a way to pursue her. If the other party is interested in you, it will be easier."
Duke Dracula smiled.
Although he was currently working for Michael, it was fortunate that Michael did not treat him like his subordinate. It did not matter to him if Duke Dracula talked equally. Otherwise, if he were to live like Michael's slave, he would rather die than do that.