Mr. Charles, a thin lean man which looked more like a bookworm than a soldier, asked "So how should we proceed General. Do we make them M.I.A. and proceed with my plan?".
Slightly shocked, my mother regained her composure.
"Lia, nothing bad happens. See I'm still alive for now and if you don't stop hugging me tightly I might lose my breath and die in a few minutes," I burst into laughter. "You know that I care so much about you that I will do anything for you, right?" I gazed at her and gently brush my fingers through her hair.
And there will be born a fan of a certain 'The Heavenly Prince' whose smile can make someone's sad day a pleasant day.
[You better be grateful in what I did for you~]
Great experiences from my adventure, Someday I want to share them to you
I've also been tinkering with concentration charms. I wrote the word "concentration" on my forehead like some kind of overachieving monk, and it actually worked—for about five minutes. Then the charm fizzled out, and I spent the next hour staring at a wall, wondering why I couldn't focus. Turns out, I need to refine the formula. Who knew?
Tittle: So we should argue?
Jazz stood up he was about to go take a look at the situation outside suddenly he felt a pulling sensation and his attention was shifted on a treasure chest.
"Loud and clear 258! Good luck!"
"Why don't you try some negotiation with your system?" she asked.
"Why?" Mabel finally stands up and then walks toward the three-meter high door. At its center, she sees glowing red numbers like those of a timer. All other players gather at the door and look at the numbers, too.