Tap... Tap... Tap...Tap...
The strange man tapped his armrest, listening to the reports from the few around him.
"My Lord... That is all."
"Oh?..." The golden-haired man chuckled, not feeling threatened by this sudden enemy.
Instead, a sudden playful smile emerged from his calm lips.
"And here I thought Titarian was boring."
Everyone didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Though they would never admit it, they inwardly felt their Lord had many pins loose in his head.
That is, who would pray for such a situation?
(?0?)
Maybe because of their Lord's need for crazy adventures over the years, the T.O.R.P had stationed him in this region, overseeing all matters pertaining to the base.
Though blue-skin Lord Mushu was Titarian's Number one man in all society matters... One could say their pale-skin Lord indirectly oversaw everything these Blue-Toned Titarian people did.
