Dream used all her strength to slash at the stake. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Only a muffled sound of "ooh" was heard, and the steel blade left a shallow mark on the stake.

The backlash from the hilt of the sword shook Dream's hands numb.

Her numb hands couldn't hold the steel sword, and the steel sword fell to the ground at once, causing her to scream in fright and take several steps back.

"Dream-sama!" the young man walked over quickly, "are you alright?"

"I didn't ...... Nothing. Dream gasped for a few breaths, she was just scared.

"What's wrong!?" Flatt walked over quickly, "Dream-sama, what's wrong with this bastard?"

"Ah...... No, it's fine...... I'm going to try my dream, and then I didn't hold the sword...... It's all right!" explained Dream.

"Oh...... That's right. Flatt nodded, and walked briskly over to the young man, smiling like a hungry wolf meeting its prey. It's just that, because of his honest appearance, this smile is not only not scary, but a little funny.

"Is that what is going on?" he said with some excitement in his tone of reproach to the young man.

"I—I see that Dream-sama seems to be interested in magic swords, so let's let Dream-sama try it!" the young man defended himself in a little panic.

"Why don't you explain it properly if you let Dream-sama try it?Why don't you do a good job of protecting it?Look, you've scared Dream-sama, are you ready to be punished?"

"But, this ......," the young man wanted to explain something.

"Old rule, choose one or the other, are you going to write a review, or give up the chicken legs for dinner?" asked Flatt with a wicked smile.

No wonder Flatt looks so excited, there is a reason.

The president of the club has to manage a lot of things, but the academy superiors hardly stipulate any fixed remuneration. The superiors of the academy wanted the president of the club to set his own remuneration in the rules of the club - Flat's reward was the meal that those who were punished for their mistakes in the club were punished!

"No, the chicken leg must not be given to you!" the young man looked determined and waved his hand quickly, "I'd rather write a review!"

"Hmph, that's going to be good for quality and quantity, at least ......," Flatt stretched out three fingers and waved, "That's the number." ”

"Ah...... If I were to teach Dream-sama, would you say that I thought Dream-sama was ignorant!?" the young man was a little angry, "I won't let your tricks succeed!"

"It's just your subjective assumption! Even Lord Dreammaster doesn't know something!" Flatt retorted, "If you're unreasonable, you should even consider the ribs at noon!"

The young man lowered his head and admitted defeat. Flatt was a little unhappy that he didn't grab the drumsticks, pouted and turned to leave. He's going to continue to talk to Phil about weapons.

"That...... I'm sorry. "Dream felt a little guilty about subjecting the young man to such an unwarranted disaster.

"I didn't ...... It's okay, get used to it...... It was my fault. The young man scratched his head, "Lord Dream, do you need me to teach you how to use your sword properly?"

"Well, put that one first, those three fingers of his are ...... A three-hundred-word review?" asked Dream.

"It's three thousand......," said the young man, weeping and mourning.

I'd rather choose to write a 3,000-word review than give up the chicken legs, this is really a strong person.