The Spirit of Workshop sighed, "Being a slave to endless labor is hard enough, I really don't want to also be known as a weirdo's servant."
"Why didn't you say so earlier!" Ji Jue finally realized.
"You seemed to be enjoying it, I wasn't sure if my reminder would be useful."
"So..."
Ji Jue covered his face and sighed, "Where did you put my clothes!"
"Ah, sorry, I think they went for cleaning." Isis replied without any remorse, "As your diligent servant, it's what I should do."
Ji Jue glared, "What about the rest of them!"
"The rest have been washed too, all washed." Isis said regretfully, "Unluckily, today is laundry day."
"I had no idea there was such a thing as a laundry day!"
"Because I just decided on it, sorry, I didn't have time to notify you."
"..."
Ji Jue didn't want to speak anymore.
He stood silently with his hands on his hips, staring at the starlight rising from the Melting Furnace, until after a long time, Isis couldn't stand it and sighed lightly:
