"Are you kidding me?" Bellamy laughed so hard his cigar shot out of his mouth. "Meet the Overlord? You? A lowly human thief?"
"I'm a Magic Thief!" Rebecca corrected the Mastiff's slip of the tongue, glaring furiously at his blatant disrespect for her abilities.
"Enough!" Bellamy's face darkened. "Don't think your measly Qi Magic is worth showing off in Firenze! If you weren't a woman, your fate would already be that of mastiff dung—then fertilizer for the wilderness!"
"Let me meet your Overlord! I've traveled far and wide to the Beamon Kingdom—is it too much to ask for a meeting with this legendary..."
"I'll say this one final time! It's only because you're a woman that I've been this polite..."
"I demand to see your Overlord!" The chestnut-haired beauty screamed as if throwing a tantrum.
"Haha, don't ever provoke a Mastiff's rage, you wild filly!"
