"This can't continue like this, or I won't be able to give Gedwin an explanation."
The follower tapped his head twice, "Use your brain, think about how to continue getting the loan..."
Perhaps he used too much force as he knocked his own head off, scattering its components all over the ground.
The Light God's nose, eyes, ears, and everything lay scattered. He leisurely picked them up and put them back together.
At this moment, he was still thinking about the Sain Dungeon, but his thoughts shifted from Gedwin to Gwyn Radagon and other unfamiliar gods, pondering where these beings came from and how the Sain Dungeon recorded such existences.
Even using his brain, he couldn't figure out such matters.
"I guess I'll just honestly put my head back together."
The follower assembled the pieces in front of him. In the past, he would have installed it on his neck swiftly, but this time, his hands paused.
