Qiong Xing was reminded once again that a person's strength was not measured by physical power alone.
"...See? It'll be fine. We'll handle all the troublesome parts. Of course, we'll return a portion of the profits to you, Qiong Xing. All you have to do is tell us any ideas that come to mind!"
"So please!"
Roland and his wife lowered their heads together, leaving Qiong Xing scratching his cheek awkwardly, unsure how to respond.
After making pork cutlet sandwiches, Qiong Xing and the others had delighted the guild staff once again.
Just as they were finally about to sit down and eat themselves, Roland suddenly grabbed Qiong Xing's arm.
The unexpected action startled him.
Beside Roland, his wife Evelina was also staring at Qiong Xing with a serious expression.
"...Um, is something wrong?"
For a moment, Qiong Xing wondered if perhaps they had not liked the taste of the sandwiches.
However, both of them had already eaten almost everything, leaving only a single bite.
