"Well, technically speaking, it's my personal affair. I can't turn to you for help." With hands held behind his head while laying on the ground, Qian Jin looked up at the yellow-land ceiling. "It might cost hundreds of lives. Would you do that?"
Marc Gavin sighed at Qian Jin. He liked this kid for being manly enough. But sometimes he really wished Qian Jin were not that manly to burden himself with so much.
"Marc, go back." Qian Jin lied on his back and said, "I'm afraid I'm to be expelled from the Punitive Expedition Academy this time. I'll take care of myself. Just go."
"You don't need to worry about that. I'll let Isabella know." Marc Gavin leaned his giant body to Qian Jin. "I don't want to go. I've thought it over. I don't know how strong that Bhang Wusheng is, but we'll have a chance once I become a Saint Warrior."
