The Name-Slinging Geezer slowly retreated, looking at Dog Legs' eyes, which were wide open and bloodshot. He seemed to want to close his eyes, but because...
Some tender green grass had sprouted at the eyelids, preventing them from closing.
Soon, in front of the Name-Slinging Geezer, a "Grassman" appeared.
"Dad...
I can't fulfill my filial duty to you."
The Name-Slinging Geezer felt as if he was hallucinating. Was it because his strength was somewhat overdrawn?
Looking at his skin, which was already beginning to crack, the Name-Slinging Geezer knew he needed to speed up.
Although dealing with Dog Legs hadn't taken more than a minute.
"Gluttonous Legislator, right? Just a humanoid beast!"
Now, it's time for me, this old geezer retired from the Logistics Team, to take on a Combat Team job!
Every healer has the heart of a damage dealer!
Boom!
