This damn old thing!
Looking at the shameless smile of the third-generation director, the embodied doe felt a surge of impulse for the third time to make him disappear, but for the sake of the "big picture," she suppressed her anger and closed her eyes, saying coldly:
"The one you originally made the pact with has already disappeared in the Old Soil. We are just inheriting your agreement with the 'Slaughter King Association' and have no power to modify specific clauses, so the cost cannot increase, only one question per twenty years!"
"Then why don't you just ask separately?"
Shooting a glance at the patient embodied doe, the third-generation director, in great spirits, said with a chuckle:
"How about this, I'll give you a free question. I've crafted three abnormal objects for him, so you can ask what the first one is, what the second one is, and what the third one is. Wouldn't that effectively increase the price to sixty years?"
"…"
I should never have taken this task!
