All of Ferdinand's disciples had already gathered behind their master, glaring at Ken with a unified hatred. Despite this, their eyes were filled with undisguisable fear and dread.
Ken turned to the mechanical flying vehicle and said, "Master Bertram, you shouldn't be letting Ferdinand, a dignified figure of the Sixth Great Realm and a sect leader, face this difficult situation. Why don't you come out and follow me? It would make you seem a bit more magnanimous. Under my swarm of Gold-devouring Aphids, all mechanical weapons will become scrap metal. Ferdinand can't protect you!"
Owen Bertram was trying to calm down Verna, "Don't get excited... I know, sister, you're very hungry... okay, okay, I know there are delicious insects outside that would taste great when cooked. I believe in you... Alright, alright, I will go out and catch some for you. So please, be good and stop making a fuss."
