"Could it be that bookstore from last time?"
The knight's response was surprisingly quick, leaving the witch somewhat taken aback.
Of course, it only seemed that way. As she asked back, she didn't forget to gently pull out the brain fork.
"Why? Can't I?"
I have to say, it was quite an interesting tool; as soon as it was removed from the flesh, the wound healed instantly.
Watching this scene, Fu Qian marveled while casually asking back.
The Pontiff still remembered such a little corner. It seemed that the coffee prepared by Lady Rosetta tasted quite good.
"No, you can't."
Surprisingly, the witch earnestly shook her head the next moment.
"Oh?"
Fu Qian didn't hide his curiosity.
"Because I drank it all."
Tossing the brain fork aside, the witch responded as if it was only natural.
…
Drank it all.
Although the intention was to leave it just for Bernard, Loretta had prepared quite a lot.
Faced with this unexpected answer, Fu Qian clicked his tongue in admiration.
