Capítulo 1079: Chapter 644: Can't Stand Them Anymore, Throw Them Out

Luther clutched a grease-paper-wrapped dried corpse of a Little Yellow Dragon and scurried through the tree hollow, enthusiastically greeting everyone he met before running up to Lord Nage, "Lord Nage, did you want to see me?"

"Yes, I have good news for you. Where have you been running off to?" Negris unwrapped the grease paper and asked Ange to rehydrate it as he spoke.

Luther's expression immediately turned slightly resentful, "Lord Nage, did you actually forget where you 'forgot' me?"

This was already the second time. Thankfully, as a High-level Sword Saint, Luther could occasionally break through by desperately munching on beetroot chips, so generally, there wasn't much danger unless he did something reckless.

But forgetting was one thing, not even remembering where he was forgotten was just too much.