"You're doing great, Merlin! I always felt that you might be two-faced, but I never expected you to be this reliable!"
Seeing Xiemen Waidao patting his shoulder energetically, Merlin felt strangely comfortable.
Being praised felt quite nice.
Afterward, Xiemen Waidao rushed out like the wind, then came back puzzled after seeing the people outside.
"So, the ones interested in what I was talking about are those people outside?"
"Yes, the Ren Lang Troop. They are very interested in your ideas and think you are the political commissar they've been dreaming of."
"Talking about political commissar doesn't help—that makes me feel like they're just like the Krieg Troops! Isn't there a golden hunk in this game, along with twenty beefy sons? Am I untouchable, and where can I find Ling Zu Sister to throw a party? I'm not participating; just watching."
"What are you talking about?"