“...Don’t sweat over small stuff like that. In the game, I'm still your master anyway, you know. And my beloved disciple’s really not gonna help his master a little?”
“Well, I think I've learned so little from you that I'm not sure if I should be calling you master, Mister Sander.”
“What, come on!”
The one who claimed himself as a master smiled wryly as he scratched his cheek. While the younger one was smiling widely and enjoyingly as he started wanting to tease the other somehow.
“...What about this?” Sander yelled with a clear voice. “I heard from Maysa that you were being targeted by the item hunters now, right, kid?”
Hearing the other change that subject so quickly, his mouth frowned as he nodded in reply.
“Why’d you ask?”
“I’ll help you figure out a way to deal with those people, what’d you say?”