"Nephew, let's have a look at these items now!"
Then they ask why we don't have a great man? I want a little personal enlightenment here, but my party's stuff haunts me.
"Let's see; we'll catch the bus; let's see right away!"
Sukrucuk didn't care what I said. Except for the words that came out of my mouth about the loot, they bounced back, hitting his head.
"Here, relax! Let it rip on you!"
Whether it was luck or the presence of unknown cosmic forces, there was always a suitable item for him. The equipment needed for one of the missing parts was waiting for him.
"Wow, my helmet has arrived, don't touch my mood!"
As Sukrucuk started praising his item, which he was looking at out of the corner of his eye, crackling voices came from Toraman's side like never before.
"Max, why does he take everything first!"
The question came from where I didn't expect it. I wouldn't like to be accused at the moment like this, not to have my leadership questioned.
