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El'Rion felt that he had been bamboozled again. Leonel told him to do whatever he pleased, and then happened to have the perfect plan for the exact option he did?

He almost thought that Leonel was using Dream Force to control him, but how could such a thing work against a Pluto? He could be an infant and Dream Force would still be useless against him.

Even so, he couldn't help but feel that Leonel had managed to surprise him again.

This plan not only covered for Leonel's future, but it also covered El'Rion's own ass.

The Pluto Race had been taking a lot of heat recently. First it was the fact they were declining in general. Though they were still by far the best of the best, their enemies were like sharks in blood-infested waters.

Then there was the help they had given the Fawkes. Not the fact they had helped out Humans to begin with, but instead the fact they had done so with the help of so many Incomplete Worlds. That was unacceptable to many God Races.

If El'Rion was too willful, he could end up putting even more pressure on his family. That was precisely why he had immediately told Leonel that he couldn't just do this all the time.

But it seemed that Leonel had already considered this more than he had.

"Alright," El'Rion nodded. "We'll do as you say. In that case, farewell."

"Whoa, whoa," Leonel called out. "You don't want to stay for dinner or something?"

El'Rion's steps paused, not quite understanding the invitation until he translated it to himself and tried to find the right words for it.

However, in his language, the best he could do was the word "gift", and the idea of anyone gifting him anything struck a chord with his Pluto Pride. It felt like Leonel was looking down on him.

But he could also tell from Leonel's tone that that wasn't what he meant.

bet you the whole of

smiled, seemingly not minding the fact Leonel

El'Rion finally

...

you're huge!" Raj looked up at El'Rion, craning his neck. "Where've you been hiding this guy,

hiding me," El'Rion replied

another and burst out

"Arnold!"

"Allan!"

out at the

found you

stood in the kitchen

not unhappy you're missing out

at attention. "Direct me as

echoed in a radiant

got me

was aghast. This woman had just spent months on end fighting against a horde of literally trillions of enemies. She had the stamina of a million chefs. She certainly didn't need his help nor

that

he tuned out the laughter from

you how a Crafter does things. You Force Cooks are all so

Aina called out with a

flickering liquid silver before forming into several

meat could escape his clutches. He even ground

simply a

side, feeding

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