"If you don't say it, who would know if it's good?"
The Foodie blinked its sapphire blue eyes, a bit confused.
The Spendthrift shook its head; if it were really that simple, it would be good.
This rare fruit does not belong to this Continent, yet it appears here. What does that indicate?
This only suggests that this Continent might once again repeat its tragedy.
A matter from over a thousand years ago, when my servant died.
Otherwise, would I be left without a beast to guard me?
The Spendthrift's gaze was extremely bleak, complex emotions surged within, making it not even want to speak.
"Old buddy, what's wrong? Is there something that's upsetting you? If you're sad, lean against me; my embrace is always open for you!"
The Foodie said slickly to the Spendthrift.
The Spendthrift glanced at it, finding it hard to dislike this Foodie.
However, that event from over a thousand years ago should not happen again.
