The wind smiled and said, "Of course, your reputation in our logistics resource department is almost god-like. You are the most admired, loved, and cherished person by all of us. We will comply with all your requests."
Rod glanced at her sideways, having long been immune to such flattery.
"Really? Then let me touch..."
Slap!
Horus knocked heavily on his head, sternly saying, "What are you talking about? Rod, watch your behavior. You are the representative of the new generation of Trolian, the youngest Trolian hero, rumored to be an Angel Envoy of Fire Heaven. How can you speak such rude words?"
Rod scratched his head, thinking this idol burden is too heavy, isn't it?
Didn't you used to say otherwise? Back then, you said as long as you become strong, you can do as you please; having a clear mind and soul without turning dark is the best. Or is it that I've become too strong?
