Mi August asked curiously: “Can I refuse?”
The gazes surrounding her changed with these words.
The old students laughed happily.
[Of course, it is your right to refuse, you have no obligation to help me]
Paper flipped.
The paper man grinned a shark-tooth smile that he thought was considerate.
Mi August said: “Since you said so, I will help you.”
[…]
[Thank you very much]
“You’re welcome.”
The paper man took out a small bag from his sleeve and gave it to her.
[Thank you so much]
The upright eyebrows turned into inverted ones, and this expression on the paper man’s face was extremely bitchy, like a bitch who turns his face and disowns others after achieving his goal.
Mi August smiled, still good-tempered and said: “You’re welcome.”
Open the small bag, and inside there is a fist-sized translucent mesh bag, a mesh bag of the same material, and a piece of rolled paper.
Mi August unrolled the paper.
[You promise to capture fifty ink-trickling boys for the slaves of the ink-washing pond]
This scroll seemed to have the power of rules. The moment Mi August opened it and saw the contents, the tasks on the paper became her obligations that she must complete.
-If you don’t do it, something bad will happen.
Mi August looked up at the paper man.
The latter almost has the villain’s success written all over his face.
Mi August asked: “I helped you do this, will you thank me?”
[I would be very grateful]
An empty phrase with no real content.