As they continued eating, the drunk middle-aged man slightly looked up at Gilgamel and asked, "Did you come to this mountain to find the unconfirmed rumored Golden Apple?"
Gilgamel smiled meaningfully, "Uncle, isn't that the case for everyone who came here?"
"Hmmm." The drunk middle-aged man chewed his food as he replied, "Well, that's true, but... with your strength, it's impossible to compete with other wizards."
Dean smiled lightly, "Sometimes, opportunity is not obtained through strength but the ability to grasp it. It is useless if you have strength but are incompetent."
The drunk middle-aged man's eyes narrowed slightly. He stared at Dean with faint suspicion, sensing a strange power beneath his calm demeanor. After a pause, he asked, "What's your name, lad? Although you're just a Fourth Circle Wizard, you have a power even I can't see through… You must be quite well-known, right?"
