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"Are you robots? Or perhaps the legendary living puppets?" Lin An looked at Puppet UH001 with some curiosity. But he knew it wasn't that; the figure before him was undoubtedly Mr. Liu.
"We are members of the 'Crazy Magician's Tree Hole' organization's 'Mortal Aid Department,' possessed by the magical powers of witchcraft and inhabiting these puppets to serve the great wizards."
The puppet spoke with utmost humility.
Yet Lin An wasn't interested in what it was saying; he was asking about Mr. Liu's Spiritual Grey Wolf.
The grey wolf sniffed curiously, looking at Lin An with confusion, but nevertheless provided an answer.
"Howl~"
—— Damn it, we're not robots, we're human, human! Everyone joined Tree Hole through various means; I was directed to a 'Number 77 Pawnshop' where I sold my dreams in exchange for a cure for my impotence.
—— Every time I fall asleep, I enter this place from my dreams, then serve these damn wizards!
