"Not interested~" Angerong replied casually, then took out a bag of corn kernels and put it into the cow trough. Several dairy cows rushed over to snatch the food, and Angerong handed a full one-liter glass bottle of milk to Laine: "I just milked it this morning. Take it back when you leave. It's all-natural, non-toxic, much better than Reka coffee."
"Alright." Laine thought that Angerong had really immersed himself into the role of a simple old farmer, and he laughed: "Really not going?"
"Why should I go?" Angerong shook his head indifferently: "You go ahead. I'm not fond of diplomacy like Fugen or Kiliman, nor am I a drunkard like Ruth or Motarian, keen on bustle. I'm not interested in this kind of thing. Look for me if there's a fight."
Laine nodded, and said to Surya: "It seems only us will be going."
Surya looked a bit disappointed. The lady knight knew that someone as powerful as Angerong couldn't be forced, and she could only feel a bit regretful.
