"Indeed, it's quite interesting."
After listening to Russell recount the story of the Inferior, Bad Day nodded thoughtfully, "I had heard of this Inferior before. He's quite famous in the mercenary circles."
"More like infamous."
Russell retorted.
Bad Day shrugged, "So what if it's infamy?"
He continued to lean backwards. The angle between the chair and the floor was nearing forty degrees, clearly he should have fallen to the ground by now, yet he remained seated securely in the chair.
Initially, Russell secretly looked forward to the day when Bad Day would embarrassingly fall on the floor, preferably drenching his clothes with cola or smearing half-melted cheese on his face... But now, realizing that this was probably a part of Bad Day's Spiritual Energy, he felt quite disappointed.
Boring, boring.
"As a Company Dog, the fact that the Inferior has a bad reputation in the Lower City District only proves that his abilities are indeed outstanding."
Bad Day said leisurely.
