"Can you please stop calling me Mr. Strange? I have a name."

"Ah, I'm very sorry, Mr. Tarasha." The doll then realized that what he said was too rude, so he bowed and apologized repeatedly.

He is such a good boy, unlike thirty thousand years later, when a monkey can sing with ease.

"Also, I don't know your name yet, can you tell me if you can?" The words went around in a circle, and I finally revealed Wolf Yiba. If it weren't for this sentence, Mr. Strange or something, to be honest, I

Don't care at all.

After all, compared to this neutral nickname, this society seems to have other deeper misunderstandings about me. It is inconvenient to describe more specific examples.

"Hey, it's strange... Mr. Tarasha doesn't know... my name?"

"have no idea."

"But didn't you say you've heard of my name for a long time before?"

There is such a flaw in the motor system? It seems that she is just naive, not stupid.

"That's because the teacher has been telling me about you. He always calls her "Her Royal Highness the Princess." Whenever she mentions Her Royal Highness, she must be talking about you. Over time, I got used to it, until I scattered her ashes at the Rogge Bar.

When I was on the succulents, I suddenly realized that I had even forgotten to ask Her Royal Highness the Princess’s name.”

"I see, I would like to ask, what is a succulent? Why do you want to scatter your teacher's ashes?"

"The teacher's will said that she owed this bar too much and had no choice but to pay it back with ashes. As for succulent, it is a favorite plant of the bar owner."

"Why does the bar owner like meat?" The doll in front of me turned into a curious baby, asking endless questions. If I like it, I like it. What other reasons could there be, but when it comes to this...

"Probably to attract the attention of the poisonous flower vines and prevent the bar from being destroyed."

"Oh...um...I see...it seems like there are a lot of stories in it."

I can fully imagine how the other party looked confused at this time and then gradually weaved a touching bar story in his mind. In fact, it is not that complicated. The so-called story is the debt in my inventory that cannot be grasped.

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Chapter completed!