Bab 1144: 708

"Your Majesty, it really is Your Majesty, thank goodness, Your Majesty is still alive."

"Hehe, that Old Immortal sure ran far. It's good that nothing's wrong, nothing at all."

"It seems Your Majesty has mistaken us for Locke, even asking Locke for help. Did Your Majesty run into trouble?"

"Otherwise, would he think a Farming Skeleton from his own vegetable garden ran out and destroyed an avatar of a Primordial God? Can you imagine that? Can you believe it?"

"I can't believe it, I can't believe it. The skeletons in my vegetable garden can't even water plants properly. They water so unevenly: one patch is flooded, the other's dry. A step lands in mud, the next in dust, and they've drowned the seeds too, driving me mad."

"Hold on, since when do you have a vegetable garden? Have you been secretly practicing farming behind my back?"