"Boss, may I suggest you change the seat of this white-head eagle? This is too impractical," Mag said smilingly as he took the deposit back.
"It might be impractical for others, but isn't it just nice for you and your wife?" The beastmaster glanced at Babla as he chuckled. In fact, he was calling Mag an animal in his heart because he had married such a young wife.
Babla blushed, and if Mag hadn't gestured to her to remain calm, she would have send this annoying fellow and his stupid bird flying with a kick.
"Your words are rather reasonable. I will look for you again when I need to go on a trip in the future," Mag said smilingly as he tugged on Babla's clothes and walked toward Chaos City. Everything had gone smoothly today, and he even killed Borg, that old bugger, so he was in a good mood.
