"Who do you think is the crazy menopausal woman?"

"Whoever answers the call is a crazy menopausal woman!"

"Old guy! Don't even think about going to bed today!"

Three black lines appeared on Jon's head.

Why does communicating with these people feel more tiring than fighting Magellan?

......

......

Three days later, Naples Airport, Italy.

"Phew~ Finally here."

Polnareff stretched and looked at Abdel beside him.

"Hey, Abdel, do you know what specialties there are in Italy?"

"Humph, if you want to test me with this kind of question, Polnareff, you are still too naive." Abdel raised a finger, "Listen, the most unique food in Italy is...

."

"Pizza and pasta, right?"

Jon interrupted at an inappropriate time.

Abdel:......

"Okay, we are not here for sightseeing and vacation. I finally managed to appease my difficult mother. We have to get down to business quickly."

Jon waved his hand.

"Let's go to the hotel to fix up first, and then go have some pizza and pasta."

After doing this for a long time, isn’t it still a sightseeing vacation?
Chapter completed!