Liszt was pondering a solution.
"That's totally not important! I just want to know how you survived!"
Mika only cared about this.
"The Undead, it's probably those, right? Ugly as hell, spewing out acid from their mouths to corrode people into skeletons. I have a cleanliness freak problem, wasn't like that yesterday."
Shadi smoked, keeping a serious face with effort.
But everyone, long used to it, paid no mind.
"No, she was an extremely gorgeous, outrageously stunning woman, fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged, with a voice like East Sea Lin Zhi Ling, damn it."
Liszt's eyes showed a trace of recollection.
"What a joke!"
If Mika had known earlier, he would have gone himself; though the strategy only involved prostitutes, different paths leading to the same destination.
"At the time, the sword was only 0.001 centimeters from my throat, but after a quarter of an incense stick, the owner of that sword would completely fall for me."
Liszt started showing off.
