What would happen if he absorbed the spirits of people who were on the verge of death from exhaustion? It's something that could lead to group death from overwork.
"There is something like that. Just bear with it for now."
I pressed Shuguri head with my left hand.
But the judges' expressions suddenly became mysterious. Even though I spoke softly, how could they not hear something whispering right in front of their nose?
"He's the one who's raising it."
That's what I said, but it seemed like Shuguri didn't like the answer. Because he kept kicking my ears.
Bang! Bang!
Of course, it didn't hurt at all, but I absolutely had to stop it. This guy was trying to ruin my reputation.
Kwak!
"Kkuek!"
I reached out with my left hand, grabbed Shuguri, and wiped the sweat off my forehead with it. It's like using a handkerchief. Then the judges immediately nodded.
"Aha! So that's what it was for."
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