"Mitchell, have you seen my magic gold thread?"
Mitchell pointed to the chicken drumstick in his hand
"You actually ate my magic golden thread, it was a seventh-level summoned beast!"
"Would you like a bite?" Mitchell asked tentatively.
"No, I'm not a foodie."
………………………………After a while…………………………………………
"Hmm, it's so delicious and fragrant! Do you have any more?" Edith's oily hand, which had just finished eating the golden meat, rubbed carelessly on Mitchell's body.
Mitchell looked at Edith's oiled hand and said, "No more."
Passerby: Mitchell, where did your mysophobia go? !
"What?! Let's go! Go to the Betis Mountains!" Edith pulled Mitchell
"Where are you going?" Mitchell was puzzled.
"Catch the golden thread!"
Passerby: Did I remember it wrong? The Betis Mountains are not death mountains
?