บท 570: It’s the tower you wanted

Mike never expected that Michael, carrying the Golden Tree, could actually make it back alive. 

It was nothing short of a miracle. 

After asking a few simple questions, Mike quickly realized something was off. Michael, too, seemed to sense it. He glanced at the tree on his shoulder, his expression growing increasingly strange. 

He suddenly remembered—this tree had always been carried by Maxen. Thor had never even touched it. 

Michael's face twisted into an awkward grimace as a terrible suspicion crept into his mind. 

But then again, if this tree were truly that unlucky, his fragile little body would've been dead long ago. There was no way he could've carried it all this time. 

Michael reassured himself: It's probably fine, right? 

"Fine, my ass." 

Mike shot him a glare, clearly unimpressed. 

"If I'm not mistaken, Foreskin's been sticking close to you this whole time, hasn't he?"