"Haha. You don't have a weiner," Mag replied with a smirk.
"This System doesn't need something like that to be a system."
"Haha. I bet a eunuch consoles himself like that too."
"Host, please respect this System!" the system said sternly.
"You don't have it, while I have it. Hence, this is the perfect proof that I am your father." Mag smiled.
"…"
Mag went downstairs to clear up the mess left behind by the two drunk women before going upstairs to wash up. He then lay on the bed, and took out the Photostone to have a look.
The little black hut, whip, candle…
Oh dear. Mag only realized he took out the wrong photostone after watching it halfway. He kept that "nasty" photostone, and took out the other one, in which Camilla was happily eating the lettuce in her hand and nodding her head with satisfaction. The picture was very clear, and her expression was very on point. It was indeed a worthwhile souvenir.
