"I..." Francis turned around, his back to the River of Time Scroll, and as soon as he uttered a word, he found his voice had become incredibly hoarse.
He paused slightly, then quickly walked toward the study door, saying hoarsely, "I'll head back first; I'll discuss it in detail later on the Continent Communication Device."
From now on, Lor's study had been classified by him as his own Forbidden Area.
No matter what the situation, he must never step foot in there.
Absolutely not!
Lor watched Francis's hurried departure, frowning slightly, feeling utterly bewildered.
Could it be that this guy has been driven mad by the tedious daily affairs?
Perhaps next time at the Grand Council, he should propose electing some new speakers to form a daily affairs task force to ease his burdens?
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The Second World, sky-reaching tree space.
