In the next hour, the one-eyed guard and the other guard were in mental turmoil.
Both of them didn't expect the situation to turn out like this.
"Rainbow Chicken!"
"Here you go,"
"Corrupted Two-bodied Slime!"
"Got it!"
"Terror Eagle!"
"It's hard to find but fortunately, we found one"
No matter what kind of Voidal Monsters the guard demanded, Amanir's group always delivered.
Every ten to thirty minutes, they returned with exactly what he had asked for.
But the worst part wasn't their efficiency—it was Amanir's unwavering, pliant smile—as Rex handed over each carcass. Despite clearly being swindled and used, Amanir didn't complain and kept fulfilling the guard's request.
Moreover, even though they were being played—Amanir always handed the carcasses over first.
It was as if he blindly believed the guard would do the right thing.
Soon, it came to the point when the guard was becoming restless like the one-eyed guard.
