"Help her out."
The Archbishop, unfazed, waved his hand. He had lost count of how many assistants had fainted today. Without a strong capacity to handle pressure, one simply could not be his assistant.
"..."
As the only surviving assistant, Edgar's mouth twitched a few times but said nothing. He went over to lift the fainted assistant out, quickly returning to help handle the documents.
This instantly skyrocketed his work pressure, and he couldn't help but lament internally:
This damn place doesn't abide by the eight-hour workday!
If given a choice, Edgar would undoubtedly prefer to work under his beloved Mentor, the Court Great Magic Sage of the Warrior Country, Mr. Younka, where at least he could flaunt his title as a disciple and delegate work to others.
But now, he could only think about this because Younka was already dead.
He was crushed by a mysterious red-haired man who emerged from the Sain Dungeon.
