"By the way, what's in that botanical garden that could delay the General for such a long time? She's at level 7 with her abilities. Can't she handle whatever is there, even an eighth-level mutated zombie?"
"I don't know. If the General can't solve the problem, we might have to call in the arbitrators or even the Master."
The Legion Commander in the front shook her head.
"Master! I actually hope that the General can't solve it. Then we'll get to see the Master. It's been so lonely being on this expedition for so long. I don't know when I'll get to see the Master."
The sexy and mature woman in the back seat expressed her anticipation.
"If the General finds out about your words, your bottom might get beaten to a pulp."
"Cough, I didn't mean that. Don't speak nonsense."
While the two were conversing, the situation in the botanical garden suddenly changed.
