From this vantage point, Michael felt a weight lift from his shoulders, replaced by an invigorating sense of freedom. Miaomiao, perched on Michael's shoulder, let out a wide yawn before speaking in a playful tone.
[Michael, you really are something. Why put yourself through all this trouble? You could've just stayed and enjoyed the luxury.]
Michael turned to pet Miaomiao's soft fur, a faint smile on his face.
"I'm not the type to sit still and flaunt authority. I'd rather be on the move."
Marcus flapped his wings in agreement, his voice carrying a lighthearted tone.
[That's right, sister. Sitting idle doesn't make jewels multiply. And those banquets? They were fancy in name only. Not one dish was worth savoring.]
Michael chuckled softly, letting out a small sigh.
"That's because your taste has become far too refined. You won't even glance at meat unless it's seasoned with exotic spices."
