Honey Birds were too weak.
They were timid, small in size, and incapable of much.
In the world, humans quickly caught them to the extent they were called beer snacks.
Even the slightest wind swayed their bodies.
So, if I asked a Honey Bird to deliver something, it might not be able to fly because of its weight.
But this one was different.
[Okay. I don't listen to monkeys, but I'm indebted to you, so I'll help you.]
I didn't know what kind of bird it was, but since it was more significant than the average Honey Bird, it could carry at least a piece of paper.
[The nest was lovely. It was dope.]
His way of talking was still strange, but I thought it was because of the nature of the species, so I ignored it and asked them for one thing.
If nothing had happened to Sylvia, I wouldn’t send a Honey Bird, but if I did send a Honey Bird to meet him, I told him to deliver a letter I had prepared to Duke Eisen.
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