In the Knight Commander's room.
The white-haired youth winked at the stern-faced Knight Commander, subtly conveying his intent.
Cough cough!
Well, leader, even though I won't intentionally tell the big boss that you're giving me a hard time, will he think that... hahaha, I'm not so sure.
Leader, you get what I mean, right?
You don't want to be misunderstood by the big boss either, do you?
"..."
After Herbert had been winking and making faces for a while, the Rusted Nail Bishop averted his gaze, shook his head slowly, and sighed.
"No, you don't need to tell him."
Herbert felt a burst of joy in his heart.
Great!
So you're also afraid of Old Deng!
Is there anyone in the entire monastery who isn't afraid of Old Deng?
Why is everyone bowing down under his tyrannical power?
Stand up, everyone.
Let's create an anti-Old Deng alliance!
Let's overthrow the reign of terror by Old Deng and create our own utopia!
