Mo Yun blankly stared at Ludwig as he walked in, a look of shock on his face.
"Holy moly, how did you find this place?"
"Holy moly, there's a stalker!"
"Holy moly, I don't want special training!"
Mo Yun's face twisted for a moment, then he said ingratiatingly,
"Um, Lord Ludwig, I'm feeling a bit unwell today, can we skip the special training?"
"Hmm?"
Ludwig frowned as he looked at Mo Yun in front of him.
Being sick? That could be troublesome.
He had previously placed a magic marker on Mo Yun, which was how he managed to find Mo Yun's home directly.
Ludwig's golden eyes sized up Mo Yun before he raised his right hand, enveloping Mo Yun in a pale green Magic Light.
A moment later, Ludwig grabbed Mo Yun by the neck with his right hand and picked him up like a cat.
"All right, I've seen enough. Your body is perfectly healthy," he announced.
"Slacking off won't do. You need more exercise. How can a hero be so lax?"
