Ruben felt like that those magicians from the Magic Association were all idiots.
The only good thing is that they were the one attracting the firepower, making Mr. Jones' presence lower and remained largely unnoticed.
"Ruben, you should get some rest." Arnold, who had just come back, looked at his friend with a hint of worry. He had been thinking that Ruben was working too hard under Samuel and Mr. Jones.
Now without Samuel giving order, it was Mr. Jones who kept on making Ruben busy.
"I'm fine, Arnold." Ruben shook his head and then he asked, "If a civet cat and a fox were to fight, who do you think will win?"
Arnold: ???
What?
He looked at Ruben in confusion.
"A crafty fox that's trying to steal from others and a civet cat that could only steal fruits…. Hmm, it seems that the crafty fox has the main advantage if the two were to fight together." Ruben's mind couldn't help but drift away.
Arnold was speechless.
