Mistress, I Was Wrong

"No, the wizard, you are the eternal wizard of our Kas tribe." Karu suddenly stopped and made a standard salute to the Oriental Minghui, a gift to the noble identity of the Orc tribe.

Everyone talked and laughed all the way. Only Qian Yuyu and Qian Yiling frowned. Even if they didn't use Karu to lead the way, they found that the direction of the real eye was the Kas tribe.