A look of helplessness appeared on his face as he shrugged at the other party.
"It's because we have a normal person like you in the team; otherwise, spending ten days to half a month with these guys, I wouldn't know how to get by."
Still returning with a smile, Cornell lay back on his recliner, his head on a silk cushion. With a slight mental focus, a petite teacup on the tray beside him floated steadily, obediently hovering to his mouth.
He sipped the tea lightly, savoring the lingering fragrance on his tongue.
His attention returned to the book in his hand, which was several inches thicker than a brick.
Through the gaps between his fingers, the title printed on the cover could be vaguely seen:
"Dialectal Variations in Giant Language: From Thunderous to Stone-Tremor Phonetics"
