A Lakure Race Member

"Go to hell!" Abelha immediately screamed. "Old Luman, my mother will definitely notice that we are taking too long and come after us to see what is happening. Are you sure you want to make enemies with her?"

Luman then looked at the tree houses in the distance. He wasn't the only one living here. Instead, he was responsible for a whole settlement. Well, it is better to say that he dictates it. But who is asking? "Hum... That would be troublesome. But then again, I would love to see what kind of face your mother would make when she sees her grandchild. Especially one between you and me. Oh, that would be truly exciting!"

"She... would definitely stake her life to fight you to death!" Librao was finally able to say a few words.

Luman pondered a bit and shrugged his shoulders. "Oh well, you can't win all."

*Vup...*