"Eh?" The Dorgon was a little confused to hear this, but he wasn't stupid and so, he asked, "Master, what the hell did you get yourself into this time?!"
Hecathe couldn't help but chuckle as he heard this.
"What makes you think I'm in trouble?" Hecathe asked.
"Because it's you," The Dorgon replied without even needing to think about it.
Hecathe pursed his lips into a thin smile but said nothing to defend himself since there was simply nothing that he could say as a defense. For some reason, it seemed like Hecathe really was getting himself in trouble every now and then.
Hecathe pulled the scruff of the Dorgon and the Dorgon immediately got the cue and took up a bit of speed.
He was clearly flying faster than an airplane but Hecathe was still not satisfied with it.
"Just how much faster do you want this emperor to go?!" The Dorgon questioned as he clicked his tongue in annoyance.
