"You did a good job, good boy." The general smiled, his purple snake eyes flashing with light, and the wing feathers behind his ears swayed slightly with his breathing. The always approachable general stretched out his hand to him, wanting to touch the cheek with a small wound that was still bleeding.
"General Gromov," he turned his face to avoid the hand stretched out to him. His green eyes were mixed with some coldness and unspeakable emotions. The hero he admired was standing in front of him, holding a long knife in his hand, the general's purple eyes. His appearance was reflected in his eyes. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face. His black gloves were soaked with liquid. Then he took a step forward and stretched out the back of his hand to the general. "You always do what you say. I'm here to ask you for my reward."
"... Oh, of course, my child." So the general smiled, his hair fell forward with his movements, his earrings dangled, and he leaned over and kissed the back of his hand.
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