Warwick the Godfather of Terra

But who would have thought that after this woman finished the coffee that was almost as thick as sesame paste, nothing happened except yawning!

And when doing other physical tests, this woman also showed extraordinary strength.

This kind of inhuman physique was the first time that Huafalin had seen one.

So it stands to reason that if you want to send someone like Skadi out, there must be someone to follow him.

As if she had anticipated what Warfarin was thinking, Kal'tsit made a face like a kitten.

"A few days ago, after Skadi left, I found the most suitable person to do this task. This is not your concern.

I am more concerned about what you have discovered in your idle research over the past few weeks. The resources on this land are not infinite, and your waste is a huge shame..."

The old lady changed the subject and began to attack with riddles.

Huafalin was stunned for a moment.

The most suitable candidate?

Who is it?

Wait! Could it be...

Suddenly, the werewolf's terrifying face flashed through Huafalin's mind, frightening her so much that her eyes went dark.

Damn, that living dad is gone.

While her eyes went dark, the emperor's eyes lit up.

"Oh, so you are planning to take that batch of treasures. What should I do?"

The emperor waved his arms.

"If you need money, I'll lend it to you. Don't worry, there's no interest."

For him who has lived for so many years, money is just a number.

He had personally experienced so many cycles of currency changes that he didn't even know how many times he had experienced them.

The werewolf immediately waved his hands.

"Forget it, I won't lend it to you."

Lao Lao Fan had taught him not to borrow money when there was nothing to do, and especially not to borrow money when there was something to do.

If he borrowed money from the emperor, how could he play games with him happily in the future?

Throwing sandbags is so much fun.

"alright."

The emperor did not insist on borrowing it. When he saw the werewolf refused, he rubbed his chin, which only he knew was where, and nodded.

"I'm not familiar with Casimir's place, but I can still show you the way."

As he spoke, the emperor took out his communicator.

Under the confused gaze of the werewolf, he hurriedly pressed a bunch of buttons and put it to his ear.

The sound of communication being connected came from the communicator.

"Ha ha ha, you fat guy, you're looking for me too."

An unpleasant sound made the werewolf's ears hurt.

Warwick's hearing has been modified, so it is particularly sensitive.

But at this moment, he would rather his ears didn't exist.

The voice on the other end of the communicator sounded just like a duck, dry and muffled.

In the TV dramas that Lao Fan watched when he was a child, this kind of voice mostly belonged to the incomplete men in the palace.

"Stop farting and do me a favor. Give me a map of Casimir."

The emperor also started to speak foul language without mercy.

There is no intention of asking for help at all.

"Oh, you also think of this as asking for help, ha ha ha, really..."

However, before he could finish his foul talk, the emperor took the initiative to cut off the communication, leaving no chance for the duck-voiced person on the other end to continue his foul talk.

"Beep beep..."

In a pub in Victoria, a duck dressed in a suit, tie and jazz hat heard the busy tone coming from a communicator held against its ear by a white bear, and his face suddenly turned black.

"boss……"

The white bear didn't ask any more questions and just looked at Ben the Duck who was wearing formal clothes.

The duck, who was dressed like a capitalist, turned black in the face and started quacking angrily.

Then suddenly it calmed down.

"Find me a map to send to old penguin."

The Duck used his wings to prop up his hat.

These beast masters have been friends for thousands of years.

There is no such thing as true estrangement.

Over the long years, only those with equal lifespans can walk together.

Then, a moment later, the emperor's communicator rang.

Picking up the communicator and taking a look, the emperor nodded with satisfaction.

The duck is quite fast, worthy of being a black-hearted capitalist.

"Bring me your communicator, I'll send you the file."

Having said that, the emperor turned his head.

The werewolf handed over a brand new communicator.

The emperor was stunned for a moment when he received it.

He knew that the werewolf had not changed his communicator because that communicator was bought for him by Texas.

What's wrong today?

A questioning look briefly swept across the werewolf's face.

Warwick immediately spoke with a smile on his face, just like the fishermen who had caught a big fish that was enough to make them feel helpless.

"Oh. My kid bought it for me. Angelus thought my communicator was too old, so he replaced it with a new one for me."

The emperor suddenly had an idea: “Why don’t I just delete the map for him?”

Damn you. What are you showing off?

Also, you are such a good angel. Instead of showing respect to your boss who pays you every day, you show respect to an outsider.

You wait for me to come back.

Gritting his non-existent teeth, the emperor passed the map over.

The werewolf received a most detailed map of the Casimir region on his communicator.

The local customs and practices of each pit and ditch are introduced in detail.

This is the Scourge Messengers' internal map.

This group of respectable people are on the front lines of natural disasters every day recording everything, and only they can draw such a detailed map.

"So you're going to Casimir next?"

Looking at the werewolf flipping through the map, the emperor picked up his wine glass.

"Yes."

The werewolf looked at the villages and towns on the map without even raising his head.

"I'm going to go take a look first. Isn't it said that every knight has the habit of saving inheritance?"

After taking a good look and planning a route, the werewolf raised his head and picked up the cup.

"Then I wish you a safe journey."

The emperor rarely refrained from mocking.

Lift the cup up.

"Lend your auspicious words."

The werewolf was somewhat touched and touched the emperor.

But, he didn't know yet.

This action, and the four words "good luck on your journey"...

Not sticky at all.

Chapter 4: First Meeting with Skadi

"Thank you for your generosity, Commander Wei. I must say that I myself did not expect you to entrust us with such an important order."

In the reception room of Rhodes Island, Little Rabbit was sitting on the sofa with the doctor standing behind him, looking at the report in his hand with some disbelief.

The order provided by Longmen this time radiates to the entire Longmen, an entire mobile city. Such a large order is enough to fill anyone's mouth with greasy fat.

"Haha, it's nothing. Your company is a partner of our Longmen Emerging Enterprises, and you helped us Longmen a while ago. I am just returning the favor."

Wei Lao Er nodded slightly and put out the pipe in his hand.

"Besides, your company is not the only partner of Longmen. Your company was able to come out on top among many companies. Our internal decision-making team also went through layers of assessment before deciding to cooperate with your company. Miss Amiya doesn't need to do the same."

"I have something else to do, so I won't bother you any more. Goodbye."

Having said that, Wei Yanwu stood up.

For some reason, Amiya suddenly felt that Wei Yanwu, who used to be tall and strong, had become much thinner, and even had dark circles under his eyes that could not be hidden even if he tried to cover them.

"Doctor, being the lord of a city must be really tiring."

Looking at the old dragon's somewhat slow steps, Amiya turned slightly and asked the doctor beside her.

The doctor nodded slightly.

“The burden of managing an entire city is far beyond what you and I can imagine.

Amiya, don't forget that you are now the burden of our entire Rhodes Island."

As he spoke, the doctor raised his arm, which was so muscular that it could even bulge out his clothes, and placed it on the bunny's shoulder.

Suddenly, Amiya felt a sense of security coming from her shoulders. The little rabbit's cheeks turned red and she quietly leaned her head on the doctor's belly.

Suddenly, the firm feeling behind her head made her a little addicted.

The doctor's body really seems to have become much stronger.

In the past month, ever since the big muscle doctor disappeared, Swordsman has been hanging around in the gym like a madman.

I no longer eat instant noodles soaked in hot water every day, and I always grab the discounted protein powder bought by Jiaweier. Then I exercise and lift weights like crazy when I have nothing to do.

And I don't know if Warfarin gave the doctor something to drink that changed his body structure. During this period of time, the doctor was like a pig for hormones, except that pigs gain fat while the doctor gains muscle.

The last time Amiya went to deliver the relevant cooperation documents of Kalan Trade to the Doctor, she was in a hurry to find him in the gym, and happened to catch the Doctor lifting weights with his bare chest.

The strong muscle lines and the glittering curves of sweat reflected under the light made the little rabbit blush.

Later, after Kal'tsit found out about this, she locked the Doctor in her office and scolded him for a whole day before she finally stopped his crazy behavior.

But, it has to be said.

There is a kind of inexplicable charm in the current doctor...

That special confidence and the body that makes people blush. Although it is different from the doctor in my memory, Amiya inexplicably feels...

This doctor seems to be more capable of leading us into the future.

"Amiya."

However, just when the little rabbit was a little intoxicated, the old cat's voice came from the door.