Miss Carl's complexion changed drastically, "No, no, you've got it all wrong! I just stay at home all year round and hardly have any contact with the outside world, so there's a lot I don't know about. That's why my grandfather had Rowell bring me along." She turned her head to Phillips, who had already fallen to the ground, and complained, "Rowell, why didn't you tell me this was unusable?
If I had known, I wouldn't have brought it out!"
Miss Carl then smiled apologetically to the Undead Tribe, "Since that's the case, we'll be leaving now. It's truly regrettable, but there's nothing we can do.
Rowell, let's go, we don't want to cause any more trouble for others."
Mobi Chenxin pursed his lips, watching the two disappear into the distance, and said loudly to the surrounding magicians who were laughing, "This level is too low, not even as good as Two Lines of Bamboo!
Even Young Master would not be fooled by this!
It's not as good as real AI! The method is a bit outdated."
