"Was he... just laughing?" Vila perched on Hill's hair, speaking in surprise, "The Undead Tribe really is similar to us little fairies! Even at this time, they have to joke about their unlucky companions!
No wonder even pixies can find playmates... they must have a lot in common... and the more anxious the playmates are, the happier they become."
Hill gently turned his head, holding back his own smile.
He remembered that unlucky fellow 'Universal Sky Net,' the master of the Duchess's son Jack... always on good terms with 'Cunlü' and the 'Old Age Striking King'... one of the small leaders of the Wild Boar Legion.
And for some reasons, 'Snow Cloud Peak' was probably the most frequently trampled by wild boars... the few girls he offended were the type to hold grudges relentlessly from morning till night.
