"Who did it?" Ellie Miller asked expressionlessly, standing under the giant pumpkin.
Behind her stood a row of silent Golden Knights.
In front of her, dozens of rows of thieves were planted in the ground.
Their bodies were buried in the soil, with only bruised and swollen heads exposed above ground.
Ellie Miller pointed at the enormous pumpkin in front of her, now larger than the entire Emerald City, and asked again:
"Who did it?"
The Knights: "..."
The Melon King who escaped death: "..."
The Melon King looked around nervously, avoiding eye contact.
It even whistled sheepishly, "Phew-phew-phew-whoo—"
The giant pumpkin's whistle caused a Level 7 gust of wind.
Ellie Miller's already fluffy hair became even messier in the wind.
Ellie Miller laughed in exasperation.
Artor didn't dare to make a sound either.
He thought clearly, if his wife gave the order, he would just chop up the pumpkin.
However, Ellie Miller didn't intend to chop the pumpkin.
