However, it was understandable, since a man like Frank already enjoyed fame and the company of countless beauties. All his desires were met, aside from his insatiable inner child.
With that in mind, Lofty nodded. "Whoever they are, their luck really ran out when they bumped into a powerhouse like you. They should just watch out for the rest of their lives and stay as far away as possible."
Frank chuckled and snapped his fingers.
Flames appeared over his palm, and he threw it nonchalantly at the temple, quickly setting it ablaze.
And without another word, both men hastened to their next destination.
It was already night, but it was eerily silent.
Lofty shuddered and asked softly, "What the hell is going on here? Life is slower here than in the city, but there isn't even a single person out and about? Look, even the lights are out!"
Frank turned to look at the unlit streetlights where Lofty was pointing.
Those usually turned off in the wee hours of the morning and were usually solar powered. Given that farmlands were always well sunned, the charge during daytime should last through the night…
Lofty, deciding something strange was afoot, started to enter a house to ask about it.
"Wait!"
Frank stopped him. "I can hear them breathing and sense that they are alive and well. Something is scaring them from leaving the house, so don't make things harder for them."
Lofty was perplexed. "How would I make things harder for them? It's only reasonable to ask them what's going on. Hell, with you around, what could possibly threaten their safety?"
Frank laughed. "I'm not all powerful—there are things beyond my control, such as other people! Are you sure they're not watching? What if they come to hurt these villagers for talking after we leave? What could the villagers do at that point?"
Lofty realized with a start—Frank was right, as things could go bad for any villagers who ratted out their adversaries.
It definitely meowed just then before opening its mouth to catch the knife between its jaws and returning to the burly man's arms.
"How savage!"
The burly man could tell that the throwing knife was laced with poison but did not seem to fear it.
He even took a pill from his pocket and shoved it down the cat plushie's mouth.
Lofty could tell that the pill was not strong enough to counteract his poison, but it could still buy time for the burly man to find a proper antidote.
"Surely savage applies to you and your ilk, abusing your paltry powers to lord over those villages. How despicable can you get?"
Even as Lofty spoke, he lobbed more throwing knives while the burly man was not watching!

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