On the terrace at the top of the central tower of Fungus Castle, the thin sunlight from the Northern Territory was embraced.
Looking down at the three new mushrooms surrounded by the Fungus People, the Sword Saint asked Marshal Puki beside him: "Performing miracles, resurrecting the dead, are you...a god?"
Though I really wanted to straighten my mushroom body, unfold the Sunstone brilliance behind my mushroom cap, and stylishly admit it.
But Lin Jun is an honest mushroom.
"Not yet."
The Sword Saint didn't press on what the "yet" meant, he just tilted his mushroom cap a bit: "Then why do you want to resurrect them?"
Hearing the Sword Saint's question, Marshal Puki jumped up indignantly: "What do you mean why? They are all my precious people! Of course, if we can resurrect, we should try our best to...besides, it doesn't cost money."
For some reason, the Sword Saint always felt that the final half of that sentence was the main point.
