"Ah? Who is this Little Fat Dragon and cunning merchant? Your Majesty, I am the guardian... the teacher of the Friel Queen, a subject of the Fei Lie family, Your Majesty, I am your loyal subject." Orgal was bewildered. Little Fat Dragon? Cunning merchant? What is that?
"Oh, turns out they are my citizens, and what about them?" the Chaos Skull looked towards the Void Treeman.
Tree-man Mote bowed respectfully: "War Tree Man Mote of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, Nagustai, greets the King Fei Lie."
"Oh, indeed from Nagustai. Wait here, I'm going to chop something and will be right back." The Chaos Skull left this remark, summoned its shape and scythe, and quickly ran back, leaving Orgal and Mote dumbfounded.
After waiting a while, Mote hesitated and said, "What do we do now?"
Orgal replied without hesitation, "Wait, His Majesty said he would be right back."
"But if we keep waiting, we won't catch the Spit melon." Mote said, troubled.
