Hard to Mouth the Words

Back at the residence, Grey Wolf and Shadow One who had come back to wait were discussing in hushed voices to guess how things would turn out when the Lord comes back this time. Who would have known that they had not even discussed several rounds when they already saw their Lord striding in through the door and the two men immediately stood up, to greet respectfully loudly.

"My Lord."

The Hell's Lord cast a passing glance over them and just as he was about to step into the room, his steps under his feet paused. He turned his head to glance over the two men and said in a deep voice: "The grounds in the backyard has grass growing. Both of you go pluck them out! Remember, pull them out yourselves."

The moment his voice fell, he ignored the two completely stunned men behind him and went striding into his room.

"Pluck….. Pluck grass?"