Rocky just glanced over and then waved his hand impatiently, "You can handle it."
"Yes, Lord Bishop," the fair Priest replied, not surprised, and then asked Rocky with a bit of concern, "Lord Bishop, you don't seem in a good mood. Is there anything I can do to help alleviate your worries?"
Sitting in the chair, Rocky gave the fair Priest a look.
If it had been before, when the fair Priest had said these words, he would have let him share a heavy burden.
But now, he was not in the mood.
The reason was quite simple.
He had lost his most important thing.
Of course, it was just missing temporarily.
His "Disturbance," his treasured powerful ability, had vanished for nearly half a month now.
In this half month, every day he would give a thumbs up to his reflection in the mirror.
If it were before, he would roar with invigorated spirit.
But for the past half a month, no matter how high he raised his thumb, it was completely useless.
His body, no longer responded.
