"You don't need to worry! My system settings have detection features to absolutely protect the host's privacy from being spied on! I even scanned it yesterday!"
Willie glanced at it, unsure whether to feel relieved or not.
After a moment, he closed the cabinet door, sighed deeply, and sat back down in his chair.
"Three robes, one cloak, and two hats are missing..."
Il's eyes widened.
"Adrian is a thief!"
"This...this is impossible!"
It was frantic, pacing back and forth: "As the heir to the Pope, he has no shortage of money, so why would he steal your clothes, host?"
"Yes, why is that?"
Willie repeated the question with a cold laugh.
"Why don't we ask the person involved?"
He suddenly turned his head to look at the wide-open window and the leg that had already taken a half-step.
"What do you say, Your Majesty Adrian?"
The holy son, whose name was called, blinked innocently, his long hair cascading down. If it weren't for the fact that one of his legs was still blocked outside, one would think he was inside a palace just by looking at his face.
“You’re back, Vili.”
He seemed oblivious to the situation, and even gave the homeowner a smug smile.
He stretched out a hand.
"Pull me in quickly."
Willy, who was sitting at the table opposite him, propped his head up with his hand, thought for a few seconds, and then actually reached out his hand as well.
But his hand missed Adrian and landed directly on the other's chest.
Give me an explanation.
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