Zhao Luo had his hand on the shield as he felt the artistic carvings of the silver lion that was beating the golden drum with his palms.
'JINGLE~'
Drion, the shield released an exciting sound like it could feel the touch of its master. The sound kept on echoing out of the shield while drion kept on vibrating.
'Smack.'
Zhao Luo hurriedly slapped the shield so it could stop making the 'jingle' sound.
This sound had left a deep mark of embarrassment in Zhao Luo's mind thus he couldn't bear to hear it anymore.
'JINGLE~, JINGLE~'
As if Drion couldn't understand Zhao Luo's suffering, it started to vibrate at an even higher frequency.
An image of a cat lady appeared in his mind who was wearing a bell collar.
Then another image of a Senior who was wearing armor appeared in his mind. The senior was Vellum who was looking weirdly at Zhao Luo like Zhao Luo was a culprit.
