Alberu thought that this persistence was admirable.
These were the names of people who continued to appear in the novel throughout the first volume. Of course, Bylos only has two sentences written in this very first volume, as the owner of the tea shop where Choi Han stopped to rest. He only returns in the third volume to swear his loyalty to the protagonist and reveal his ambitions.
Choi Han could hardly imagine how they "swore" allegiance to him. It was a bit wild.
And okay, Bikros, his power had caught on. They had similar desires and a reason for traveling. But what had he managed to do that would make a merchant, of all people, swear allegiance to him? He didn't understand.
"Reveal." This word was very important.
"He was always a greedy man."
Bilos was different from Hong Gildon.
- Who is this?
Everyone looked at the Black Swordsman, waiting for an explanation. He only shook his head.
- I'm sorry. Even if I once knew this, I've already forgotten.
He wasn't sad that he couldn't call his father "father" or his brother "brother." In fact, he was just trying to beat them.
He wanted to make it so that they had no choice but to accept him. He wanted to create a situation where they had no choice but to imagine him as a son, to imagine him as a younger brother.
The Crown Prince suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of kinship with this merchant.
"He must be tired."
"Of course."
Cale thought Bylos lived a grueling life. However, he didn't hate it. In fact, his unbridled greed made him seem more human.
He didn't like people who had ability and power and then said things like, "Hoho, I'm just going to give up. I just don't have any other choice." Why should you give up something that could be yours? You should always take what's yours.
The supposed persistence in obtaining what "could be his" was duly noted for the future. Eruhaben still remembered the reaction to the "gift" of the Man-Eating Tree.
In any case, this person should have met Choi Han at least once during Volume 1. They only need to meet for a few moments.
Now Choi Han remembered him. He had accidentally bumped into him while wandering around the city in search of an opportunity to get an audience with the Count.
"I need to be more careful with random strangers," he decided to himself. He remembered Cale's remark that in this world coincidences play a huge role. That was true.
Cale heard Bylos' voice interrupt his train of thought:
- Young Master, I heard that you are going to the capital.
- Are you going to sit here? Don't you have a job?
Seeing Cale feigning annoyance, Bylos smiled. He didn't even try to hide it. This was indeed a very, very interesting Young Master. However, Bylos could tell that his interlocutor had quite a sharp mind.
- I will also go to the capital. I will probably follow you.
- Huh? Also?
Cale already knew about this. In order for Bilos and Choi Han to have a chance to meet in Volume 3, Bilos also needed to go to the capital.
Bilos's expression became stoic as he asked Cale, who was sipping his tea and looking out the window, another question.
- Young Master, it seems... You have changed?
— The funniest thing is that this question is asked by the person who knows him the least.
- Hm. That's true. Even though the household noticed, they still haven't said anything. Although it's only been, what, three days?
- Or his behavior at home hasn't changed that much. But the difference in the city's conditions is jarring. The Count said that he doesn't care enough about what Cale is doing in the city to increase surveillance. Maybe he doesn't fully realize how much he's changed.
"Or maybe he doesn't care," someone thought.
- There is another option, that Bylos was also following the real Cale, and therefore is interested in the sudden change. He was informed about his trips to the slums, which is strange. The absence of broken furniture is not a reason to send a spy. Then the question arises: why was he following?
— Maybe they know each other?
The answer came from Ron.
- That's highly doubtful. They had never been seen together before. Count Hanithuse would have known about it. But he only asked for the file on Bylos after Cale's first visit to the teahouse.
And after thinking a little, he added:
- Although his friendly behavior is alarming. I did not notice him being very concerned about Cale's presence in his shop, although he knew what the Young Master was capable of. He noted his strange behavior, but nothing more. Ho-ho-ho... This old man is curious.
Everyone had to agree with this statement. It was getting more and more interesting.
"What else does this quiet city and its inhabitants hide?"
The prince looked at Bylos more closely.
Seeing Cale turn to look at him, Bylos smiled widely. Cale gestured for Bylos to continue.
- You are very different from the well-known nickname.
- Which one of them? The worthless ones?
Bylos could see the corners of Cale's lips begin to lift. He was definitely different. This Cale wasn't the jerk everyone knew. The old Cale had never had that expression on his face. It was a slightly bitter smile.
- Here's our proof. They didn't know each other personally.
- Mmhm...
"... Should I get a little drunk, break a chair or something?"
Bilos didn't know what thoughts were going through Cale's head.
- Yes, you are right. Worthless. Weren't you ever a rather vile Young Master before?
- What a brave merchant. You need to have a certain fortitude to poke a sleeping tiger in the face.
Locke couldn't help but chuckle at the comparison.
Had he lost all fear? Cale wondered how Bylos dared to say such a thing to the Earl's son, the first-born ruler of this territory. Was Bylos the one who had drunk too much?
But Cale didn't want to fight with Bylos. The latter was the one who would take over the management of the big merchant guild in the future. And Bylos was sincere. He wasn't smiling, Bylos really sincerely wanted an answer to his question.
— Haven't you always been a bad person?
Cale decided to answer the question. It wasn't the hardest question anyway. It was easier than figuring out how to make money when you don't have any money.
"And this is a reason to spend millions on bread?"
There was no need to even guess who this thought belonged to.
- Bilos.
Cale had a smile on his face, but he wasn't laughing as he addressed Bylos.You can't call your father "father". You can't call your brother "brother".
- Hohoho….
Everyone looked at the Young Master with shock in their eyes. Except Ron. He was delighted.
Bylos's gaze turned cold. He stared at the Young Master in front of him, who had no problem finding the pain points of others. It was as if he had touched Cale's pain point, causing the latter to touch his own pain point. Cale simply stared at Bylos silently.
The observers waited impatiently to see what would happen next. The tension was growing.
The rain continued to fall more heavily. Cale, who had been silent until now, smiled again and then asked:
- Are you happy with the position of a bastard? Are you satisfied with this?
Bylos felt Cale staring at him.
- I know that there isn't.
Cale leaned back in his chair and continued with an expression that suggested he was thoughtful and lost in memories of the past:
- I acted like a jerk for about ten years. I was about eight when I started.
"So early?"
Many thought about it. And only the father and son duo guessed what could have caused it. A childish protest against a new family. How sad.
"Wow. Now that I think about it, Cale Hanitus has been like this since he was eight. He started drinking when he was only fifteen. What a guy."
The young man thought about the present Cale's past that was playing in his head and began to smile. This smile looked frightening to Bylos.
And not just for him. Locke was impressed too.
At that moment, a small noise interrupted the sound of the rain, managing to reach Cale and Bylos.
Creak. Creak.
It was the sound the stairs made when someone climbed them.
Cale glanced over Bylos's shoulder toward the third floor entrance. He soon saw someone's head. Black hair. It was Choi Han. Ron was following him. Cale told the servant to tell Choi Han to come to this tea shop later that day.
Now it became clear to whom the tea was intended. Alberu suddenly felt a certain anticipatory tension and could not understand where it came from.
Cale looked away and spoke again, continuing his conversation with Bylos. Choi Han and Ron finished climbing the stairs and looked at Cale, who spoke.
- Bilos.
Everyone was waiting for Cale to say more, just like the people in the tea shop. Cale's low voice, with a slight hoarseness, you know, made him listen.
Bylos's expression was rather cold.
- Everything will be fine if you throw away what you have been doing for about ten years.
Cale's eyes became more alive as he continued speaking.
- I can't live as a nonentity forever.
Of course, Cale would still spend all the money he wanted and do whatever he wanted, even if he was no longer a nobody. He was going to live peacefully and enjoy life as the son of a wealthy nobleman. Although it was different from the direction of Bylos' life, the important thing was that both of them did not intend to live their lives the way they had lived before.
- Aren't you the same?
The corners of Bylos's lips began to slowly turn up. Then he bowed and began to giggle.
Choking a little with laughter, Bylos raised his head to look at Cale.
- I'm really tired of this.
Bilos laughed as he said this.
- See? That's what I told you, - Cale shrugged and motioned for Choi Han and Ron to come closer. At that moment, Bylos stood up and said:
- Young Master.
- What?
— See you in the capital.
Cale frowned. It would be difficult for them to meet in the capital right away.
- Why worry about it?
Cale motioned for Bylos to leave, and he bowed respectfully and hurried away. Ron, Choi Han, and Bylos, who was heading for the stairs, made eye contact, but they all simply ignored each other.
The Crown Prince, looking at all this, said thoughtfully:
- In general, whether consciously or not, he just did a very smart thing.
Once the attention was focused on him, he continued:
— Not only did he help another "hero" with the disclosure, but he also covered his own rear.
- What do you mean, Your Highness?
- He pushed Choi Han and Bilos together in a tea shop, helped Bilos open up faster than it happened in the "original" and, most importantly, saved himself from unnecessary questions.
Locke, the dear boy, asked:
- How?
Alberu turned to him and explained.
— When he came to the teahouse, he came across an unpleasant question for himself, which threatened to reveal his true identity. And while answering Bilos's question, he waited for Choi Han and Mr. Ron to go up the stairs. I don't know if he knew when they would come or not, but they came on time. And what do they hear when they go up? "I can't be a nobody forever." Young Master Cale is something akin to a scary fairy tale for the people of the city. Choi Han couldn't help but hear about him while he was in the manor and walking around the city.
Choi Han nodded after thinking about it. He had heard all sorts of things about him while he was there. Unfortunately, he didn't believe it.
— It would start to seem strange for him to be treated so "well" compared to others. And Ron, who has known Young Master Cale since childhood, couldn't help but wonder what had happened. He simply blamed it on "personal growth." Choi Han and Mr. Ron simply no longer needed to ask questions themselves.
"Cleverly thought out. Quickly figured out."
That was the general idea.
— It's just that…
- Just now?
"I have a suspicion that Choi Han's 'faithful follower' was accidentally stolen," the prince said thoughtfully.
- Mmmm!
The little black dragon thought to himself that stealing was not good. Even by accident.
"Fine".
Cale mentally approved of this scene. Choi Han and Bylos almost collided with each other. It happened just like in the book. Cale smiled with satisfaction at the other two people.
"Ron, I knew you'd come with him. According to Hans, Bikros followed you too, but I believe he returned to the kitchen. He has a strong sense of responsibility for this kitchen."
The Crown Prince's anticipatory tension began to increase. Why all of a sudden?
- Young Master, are you close with this man?
Cale shrugged at Ron's unexpected question.
- No?
- ... Clear.
Cale threw out the answer as if it meant nothing at all, but Ron definitely heard it. He heard Cale say that he wasn't going to continue living like a loser. Cale paused, looking at Ron, whose answer prompted Choi Han to speak up as well.
- Probably, you shouldn't trust rumors.
"What the hell is he saying?"
"So it was unconscious. But still clever."
Cale ignored Choi Han. At that moment, Bylos brought the other two cups of tea that Cale had ordered earlier.
— Should I offer these cups to these two gentlemen?
- Yes.
Cale started smiling again.
"Why are you so happy?"
It seemed strange. These were the people who bothered him the most, so where did this goodwill come from?
— That's why I ordered them earlier.
Cale personally took the teacups and placed each one in front of one of the people present. Choi Han had tea in front of him, which he had just randomly ordered from the menu. As for Ron...
- I ordered this especially for you because I think you like it. Why else would you bring me one every day?
It was warm lemon tea. Cale saw Ron look strange and felt the most satisfaction he had felt all day.
In the black room, already quiet, not a sound could be heard.
"Have you lost your desire to live?"
Everyone turned their heads in horror towards the evil butler, who moved with the grace and smoothness of a rusty cog. Even Bikros.
It wasn't that Eruhaben was afraid of this butler, far from it, he was an Ancient, motherfucking dragon. He'd seen it all in his life. But there was every reason to worry about the red-haired guy.
And Ron...
He was glowing!
His eyes were shining with unprecedented delight. No one wanted to know what he was thinking. No one at all.
Everyone, as one, turned their heads back to the screen in unison.
Choi Han noted to himself that he was very glad that he irritated Cale less than Ron. He did not want to drink tea with lemon.
Never in my life.
But behind that satisfaction, Cale suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. It was all because Ron drank the lemon tea without any complaints.
Clack.
Why was the sound of the cup landing on the table so loud. Fortunately, it wasn't because Cale was being paranoid. Choi Han, who was quietly enjoying his tea, began to frown.
Basically, everyone shuddered. Except for the former butler. He seemed to have reached zen.
They shuddered and prayed for the repose of the unfortunate red-haired soul.
* * *
- Why don't you enjoy your tea a little more quietly?
Ron snapped back to reality. The black-haired boy's impudence infuriated him.
Ron held back his laughter as he saw Choi Han glance at Cale before speaking more respectfully. He had picked out a good blade for Choi Han today. It was a sword made by the same blacksmith who had made Bikros's kitchen knife.
— Do you want to try it?
— I will not fight someone who tries to stab others with his kitchen knife.
His son, Bikros, approached Choi Han, offering to try out the new blade. And all because in their first meeting after exchanging blows with Choi Han, Bikros barely touched and understood the strength of the young man who came to the kitchen. However, Choi Han continued to reject him.
- What a funny guy. Do I need to wash my bladeWhat a funny guy. Do I need to wash my blade in blood like you?
Choi Han closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and looking at Bikros as if he was confirming something for himself.
- I... Now I will be the one who protects. He said that I can do it.
- What the hell are you talking about?
Here's the first striking variable. Choi Han had no problem fighting Bikros in his spare time.
And his double, apparently, took Cale's words to heart and thought about it.
Ron watched his son bicker with Choi Han before Choi Han walked towards Cale. He didn't expect to hear something so important:
"I'm not going to live my whole life as a nobody."
* * *
This is what Ron was thinking as he drank lemon tea. But he kept his eyes on Choi Han. Cale watched this scene with satisfaction.
Ron and Choi Han's relationship in "Birth of a Hero" developed in the same way. They were always at each other's throats, but they still traveled together. They were bound by a contract, but they both knew they could also rely on each other.
Cale thought a lot had changed because he had escaped the beating, but it seemed like their relationship had developed in a similar way to what he knew.
"Think again."
"It's surprising that he's changed a little bit, but my life comes first. I can't let a novel dictate how my life should turn out."
For Cale, his own life came first. After that came the peaceful coexistence of everyone in this territory. What else was needed?
Eruhaben had to admit that this was a good way of thinking. Some people would disagree with his thoughts. But he didn't ask.
— Sweet teas really are the best.
Ron winced at the words Cale said with joy.
The trio's tea party ended in the midst of a downpour.
"I think next time we'll see each other in the capital," Bilos said to Cale as he came down from the third floor after tea.
The young man shook his head:
- I will come here every day for some time.
- Is that so? To read a book?
- Now I wonder what this book is. Does anyone remember?
Vitira looked at those around her, who shook their heads.
- Well, he asked for the best novel that exists. If you want, you can find it.
- You could say that.
- Please feel free to come whenever you like. This tea shop is open to you, Young Master, at any time.
Bylos watched Cale leave the shop, trying to maintain the appearance of being curious. Ron simply watched from the sidelines, silently.
Bastard son of the head of the Flynn Merchant Guild. The fact that he was extremely talented made the official children feel deprived. That's why Bylos was forced to come to this remote but profitable region under the Hanityuz family.
He couldn't even use the last name "Flynn."
Alberu circled Bilos' name on his piece of paper. Three.
Ron watched Cale and Bylos exchange friendly words and clicked his tongue. At that moment, he thought to himself:
"Why should it matter to me if this little puppy got close to Bylos?"
- Tsk, I think that even hostility can develop into affection.
And while everyone was focused on the screen, no one noticed how a blank sheet of paper on the table twitched by itself.
"I don't want my dislike for you to turn into affection," Ron sighed, seeing that the ignorant Choi Han had gotten it all wrong. "Not for you, brat."
Ron's gaze was focused on Kayla.
In any case, he planned to go to the capital. But he had a strange bad feeling. Ron had thought about this countless times since Choi Han came out of the Forest of Darkness and entered the city with that thick murderous aura of his.
"Would it be appropriate for me to ensure the safe arrival of our insignificant master in the capital and his safe departure as my final duty as his servant?"
He claimed that others laughed at him when he stayed by Young Master's side, finding his frightened expression funny, but could one expect a murderer to ever tell the truth to others?
Was there a reason why it was Hans who reported to the Count, and not Ron, who was with Cale almost constantly?
This idea interested many.
"I must tell Bikros to prepare food that our little worthless master will enjoy during the journey."
Cale was someone Ron looked out for even more than his own son. Ron was well aware of the horrible things Cale had done and his scary personality. However, there was another side to him that he knew.
"Okay, personality, but what are these 'terrible things'?"
From what they heard, he wasn't that terrible actually.
Alberu and Choi Han are completely confused.
Ron remembered how a young Cale comforted his father when his mother died. He also saw how Cale hated his stepmother and her family, but never made a scene with them, even when he was drunk.
Rosalyn began to examine the former Young Master through the prism of her new knowledge. She didn't like what was emerging.
But he's definitely still the same nonentity, tsk."
Eighteen years old. Ron had been watching Cale for too long.
And while the observers were indulging in their own thoughts, and paying little attention to the surrounding space, a piece of paper on the table tore a little.
Cale went to his room immediately after returning to the manor, only to see two kittens sitting there waiting for him, their eyes glued to him as soon as the boy arrived.
- Ah, I completely forgot about you.
He was supposed to bring Choi Han, who loves small animals, but he had already returned to his room, saying that he needed to strengthen his heart in order to become a worthy protector.
"You brought them yourself, and now you're looking for someone to push them off on?"
When Cale laughed and asked who Choi Han was going to protect, the protagonist of the novel replied that Cale would find out once he became stronger. This answer gave Cale a chill. He didn't know why someone as strong as Choi Han wanted to become even stronger.
The judgmental glances were back. The fact that you couldn't feel anything in the room was starting to get pretty annoying.
Choi Han didn't know where to hide from them.
- Young Master.
Hans walked up to Cale, seeing him looking at the kittens.
— Young Master, what do you think? Haven't they become even more beautiful, sweet, and adorable than before? Although they are so stern that they wouldn't even let me pet them. Haha!
Hans sat down next to the kittens and looked at Cale with satisfaction. His face was so full of admiration that it even surprised Cale and Ron. His expression was not related to sympathy for the kittens.
— You don't agree?
This strong candidate for the butler position seems to have a great love for cats.
"Are there any normal servants in this house?"
- Oh, um... I guess so.
The two kittens sitting on the silk cushion looked much better than before, healthier and tidier. What kind of magic did this deputy butler use to do this in such a short period of time? However, both kittens continued to avoid Hans's gaze. This relationship between the butler and the kittens seemed very strained.
"How is this even possible? It's like they're completely different cats!!!!"
Choi Han didn't understand at first why the kittens were so afraid of Hans. The nice guy who cleaned them, fed them, and whatever other magic he did to them. It was all good, right?
And then suddenly I imagined myself in the place of these kittens. One strange red-haired man had foisted them off on another strange red-haired man, who had been doing God knows what with them all day, looking overexcited.
He shuddered. He would have kept his distance too.
Lock understood these kittens very well. His grandmothers behaved in much the same way with children. They patted their cheeks….Brrrrr. How awful.
- Then I'll be going now, Young Master. Please let me know if these wonderful little ones need anything.
- Just go already.
After making sure that Ron had forced Hans to leave, Cale, avoiding the kittens' glaring glances, entered the bathroom. At that moment, the kittens' ears drooped.
But the next moment...
- Hooo...
There will come a time when they will get used to it. It will definitely come. We must not lose hope.
Ron approached the kittens after sending Hans out. Only Ron and the two kittens were currently in the bedroom.
- You are the children of the cat tribe.
The kittens' golden eyes became wary. Ron didn't seem to care, however, as he made sure the bathroom door was closed before approaching the kittens.
- Fine...
A strange smile appeared on Ron's face.
The Cat Tribe were known for their sensitivity to their surroundings. The Cat Tribe was more famous in the Eastern Continent than the Western Continent, but there was no way that someone like Ron, who was involved with the murders, would not know about them.
But he still missed them in the city.
What a shame.
Unlike most beastmen who became brutal when they lost their minds, the cat tribe became more secretive and blunt. That's why they were quite fearsome opponents, although they were nowhere near the level of the Wolf, Tiger, or Lion tribes.
There was only one thought in Ron's head as he watched the two feline babies. It was an unexpected thought, since they were still young, but...
"I could teach them a lot..."
"I can train them."
Oh, these missed opportunities.
Although... if you think about it, they're still there...
Ron checked again that the bathroom door was closed tightly.
The Cat Tribe placed great importance on relationships. If they trusted someone, they would never betray them. They were suspicious by nature, but like the Wolf Tribe, they valued interpersonal relationships.
And they followed a strange guy from another world who decided that changing the Man-Eating Tree's diet from meat to bread was a great idea for leisure?
How trusting are they?
The children of this tribe had chosen Cale themselves. Ron thought it would be a good idea to leave this worthless Young Master a parting gift.
Ron moved a little closer to the little cats. Then he reached out to pet the head of a slightly larger silver kitten.
Clap!
The silver kitten hit him on the hand and quickly ran to the corner of the room along with the red kitten.
But they didn't let the butler near them. After all, they have an instinct for self-preservation.
- Wow.
Ron's eyes filled with curiosity. It seemed that these children of the cat tribe disliked him. It made sense, since they needed to quickly recognize people like him, people who were close to death, it was important to be able to survive. Even if cats had nine lives, they had to be treasured. The cat tribe was known for their longevity, as well as their stealthy movements at night. In this regard, they were more stealthy than anyone else. Ron began to smile.
- One child is fog, and the other is poison.
Ron shook his head again. Such talents...
The two kittens were simply mocking Ron, as if they already knew about his true identity as a murderer. When Cale came out of the bathroom, they were still very close to each other, looking up at the young
Stop looking at me.
They immediately looked away as soon as he mentioned it.
- Ron, you can go. Bring me the food prepared by Bikros.
Bikros was very touched. Honestly. It was very flattering.
- Yes, Young Master.
Ron left and Cale sat on the couch, looking at the kittens. He then turned to the babies, who were whining sadly in the corner, away from him.
— You two are part of the Cat Tribe, aren't you?
Both kittens nodded without looking Cale in the eye.
— Are you planning to follow me?
There was no answer to this question.
Instead, the ginger kitten slowly walked up to him and rubbed against Cale's leg, and the silver kitten soon followed the ginger kitten's example and walked up to Cale and began to touch the boy's leg with his front paw.
Cale already had plans for the pair. He nodded and thought about the kittens.
- How many times have you changed your mind in the last 15 minutes, you miserable bastard? First you brought them, then you thought about dumping them, and now you've already made plans. When did you have time?
Eruhaben shook his head.
- Then become useful.
The kittens responded immediately.
- Meow.
- Meow!
— Answer in human language.
The pupils of the silver kitten, the older sister who introduced herself as On, began to sparkle as she spoke.
- I want to eat meat. I'm still very hungry.
The ginger kitten, who was the younger brother named Hong, added:
— I want to eat cake.
Cale replied to both of them:
- I'll give you lots of meat and cakes, so you know what to do, right?
"To be useful!" the brother and sister answered in chorus.
This is how the brother and sister, exiled from the Cat Tribe, became part of the family of Count Haniteuz.
While Vitira was thinking about how she felt about the exploitation of child labor, even for cakes, the time on the screen jumped far ahead.
Four days later, Cale joined his family for breakfast for the first time in a while. Count Deruth looked at his son, who was dressed in very simple clothes, and smiled:
- The day has come when you are leaving.
Today was indeed the day that Cale would leave the Hanityuz family lands and head to the capital.
And now, the time has come for big changes. They will soon set off on their way.
The room returned to its original state.
Everyone looked at each other.
- I think it's time to discuss what we saw.
The Crown Prince nodded his head and agreed.
— We learned a lot. Especially about the Ancient Power.
He has not yet announced that this Ancient Power has only raised more questions.
— We also learned about what awaits them on the road.
He considered it tactless to point out the plight of the baby dragon. Everyone understood it anyway.
— We also learned that Princess Rosalyn...
- Just Miss Rosalyn, Your Highness!
— An attempt will be made on the life of "just Miss Rosaleen."
- It has already happened.
- Yeah! Good.
In response to sidelong glances, he coughed into his fist and corrected himself:
- I mean, it's really bad, but I'm glad you're okay.
"Thank you very much!" she replied with a smile.
What kind of strange conversation is this? And why is he constantly interrupted? She is a Princess, of course, but one should be more tactful…
The Black Dragon also contributed:
— We also found out that the bread is delicious!
- Ahaaaa. Especially the third bag. We remember, Mr. Dragon.
He puffed himself up with importance. The Prince called him Lord. This is the right Prince. He approves.
And then he thought very hard about something.
- But we have not yet received any strategically important information on the basis of which any plan of action could be drawn up. May I suggest we continue?
Everyone nodded. They needed more information.
Raising his head to the ceiling, the prince addressed their master:
- God of Death-nim, we are ready to continue.
The ceiling remained silent, but the fog moved.
As the conversation continued, the little dragon thought about what an interesting product this bread was.
A strange man fed bread to a tree and received Ancient Power.
A strange man gave the children bread, and now they promised to "be useful."
While he was wondering whether to try the bread that Bikros had promised to bake for him, the wall melted again…