"My handwritting? Just... forget it?" Lulu said with a bit of embarrassment, "My writing is really ugly."
As a Beastmen born into poverty, Lulu had good cooking skills and was talented in combat, but when it came to learning, she was in a cultural desert.
Her handwriting was barely legible.
"Lord Kavne is off to drink heavily at the tavern, I heard the Tyrannosaurus Tavern got new brews."
Kavne chose to slip away: "Tyrannosaurus Tavern, here I come, Your Lordship!"
"I'll help our captain."
Monica, full of energy, raised her hand, striking a muscular pose, her face beaming with a reassuring confident smile.
Social matters were not Monica's strong suit, but she excelled at almost everything else.
"Then it'll be Monica and me," Lin Da thought to himself, appreciating Monica's compliance. Kavne was usually just a freeloader.
He sighed helplessly, but with a smile, took Monica to his bedroom, where they both sat at the table, writing furiously.
Time flew by.
