"What are you dithering for? Bring it out."
Gary Smith had been waiting for ages and let out a scolding at the Ancestral Toad's son, who had been staring in a daze.
This foolish child, truly clueless.
"Oh... ribbit..."
The Ancestral Toad's son felt a bit aggrieved; after all, he wasn't Gary's child, so why should he follow his orders?
But to actually rebel... he didn't dare!
Because he was already scared by Gary's successive rapid power advancements, sure that this guy must be some ancient Evil God.
Especially that meadow, which seemed to be detaining quite a few Divine Creatures, maybe even the reason for their downfall.
Now that he had returned, even though he seemed weak, he was not someone a minor character like himself could contend with.
Just being thrown in there to work for a while, the Ancestral Toad's son felt he would drop dead.
As for the rest of the treasures, he had hidden them in his stomach beforehand for convenience...
