"Do you know, Mr. Malin, the wilderness here is full of Chaos. I even ran into this champion trying to rally his defeated troops. This unlucky guy's Golden Cake has pretty good quality. Honestly, this place feels like my personal paradise."
"Looks like I should congratulate you on a successful hunt." Malin glanced at Ails' army and noticed there were barely any losses.
"Indeed, I love this forest. My army feels at home here. By the way, can I display my trophies to the city?"
As Ails finished speaking, he reached behind him, and Malin saw the gunmen approaching with Chaos heads hanging from their waists.
Malin turned around, leaping back up to the city wall, where he asked Bishop Zhang if Ails could present his trophies to the citizens. The bald man pondered for a moment and eventually agreed. Of course, he also sent word to inform the citizens to prevent any misunderstandings.
