"Did something happen?"
Furya was very perceptive, Bologue's change clearly reflected in her eyes. She cautiously asked, "Is everything okay, Bologue?"
"Nothing," Bologue restrained his restless heart, "I just realized I've been used, drawn into an...office politics struggle?"
"Huh? Are you serious?" Furya asked.
Bologue hesitated for a moment, then confirmed again with helplessness, "You really hit the nail on the head, Furya, I've been thrown in here because of office politics."
"Ah..."
Furya didn't know what to say for a moment. She thought for a bit, patted Bologue on the shoulder, and comforted him, "It's okay, there's still a lot in the storage room here, enough food to eat for a long time."
After carefully picking and choosing her words, Furya asked again, "You're the Undead, right? Skipping a few meals shouldn't be a problem for you?"
Bologue was taken aback, looking at Furya's sincere look, he couldn't help but laugh.
"No problem."
