"Looks like we've got our hands full now!" The weirdo grinned at Igor.
Just now they'd let those Gray Plain Wolves go; the wolves had enjoyed a pleasant little stretch of time, and now they'd already gone far off. What was left behind were the Mantai People who'd become prisoners.
"Uh, senior, what exactly are we busy with?" Igor was thoroughly puzzled. He felt like they could just hand these Mantai People over to the Administrative Office and be done with it. How troublesome could it be to leave this kind of thing to the Administrative Office?
"Don't you want to ask them what they're planning to do here?" The weirdo was still baffled at how slow on the uptake this kid was.
"Honestly, the one I'm most interested in is you." Douglas suddenly walked over, his head of white hair rather eye-catching.
They didn't spare the Mantai People's groans a shred of concern. For them, this was chat time.
"Me?" The weirdo pointed at himself. "What's so strange about me?"
