"This is a good thing, a very good thing,"
The three-foot-tall Li Lin clapped his hands in celebration, his joy obvious for all to see.
"We should open a bottle of champagne to celebrate."
"Save that bottle of champagne for my grave,"
Lying on the desk, Roland spoke wearily.
"If I can manage to leave a whole corpse beneath the Forest of Sword Choppers, that is."
This was no longer just grumbling, it was a clear prophecy. Roland had a way with women, as the many girls surrounding him were a testament to his flourishing love life, but somehow, those attracted to Roland were women who had no connection to the word "ordinary."
