Zodon scratched his somewhat thick silver hair: "Uh, seems like there is indeed a bit..."
"If it weren't for our dear sister making a snap decision and using hormonal distraction to divert the attention of that evil dragon immediately, we all would've been burned into glass along with those relics of the Sun Dynasty, wouldn't you say?"
Lucie fixed her penetrating gaze firmly on Zodon.
"Ah, this, may I ask what hormones are..."
"So the fact is, your Archaeologist Association's lack of a thorough plan caused a lot of hatred, and nearly led to everyone here biting the dust. My sister exposed her condition to protect everyone, risking the possibility of never getting married in the future to divert that evil dragon, now in a critical situation, wouldn't you say?"
"Uh..."
"The Archaeologist Association should shoulder the responsibility, wouldn't you say?"
"This..."
"So the fee needs to be increased."
