"I'm not going. I'm not going. Unless you help me get revenge. No one gets to bully Count Pig."
Haimei'er's bean-sized eyes concealed a vicious glint.
"We would be honored."
The priest bowed.
"My lord, please offer your strength to the True God."
"I'll allocate two million gold coins for military expenses. You can pick any Tier Three divine artifact from my treasury. Uh, and food too. I'll cover all of it."
Haimei'er counted on his fingers.
"Kill those blind rats for me. Bring back their heads so I can make soup out of them. I'll give you even more money."
"Yes, dear Count. You will surely receive the favor of the gods."
After Haimei'er was escorted away to rest, Sistina finally staggered to her feet and straightened her disheveled clothes.
"Jamie and her lord were complete freaks. They actually tolerated that beast. I wanted to kill him myself."
