The Judge's Pen burned the translation from the Ninth Room.
Li Banfeng didn't understand what the Judge's Pen meant, and the Phonograph was also curious: "Husband, what did the translation say?"
Before Li Banfeng could speak, the Judge's Pen answered proactively: "It's all nonsense!"
It was extremely rare for the Judge's Pen to speak on its own.
Not only did it speak up, but it even took initiative to do work: "Paper!"
The Gloves laid out the white paper.
"Ink!"
The Gloves ground the ink for the Judge's Pen.
"Photo!"
The Gloves held up the photo steadily.
Hong Ying was astonished: "What's gotten into you? Whatever he asks, you do it?"
The Gloves pondered for a moment and said: "Everything is for the master, there's no shame in that."
Usually bold enough to argue with the Old Man, the Gloves were obedient in front of the Judge's Pen.
Soon, the Gloves finished writing several sections of the translation while looking at the photo.
