"Interested in guessing what I'm planning to do this time?"
Lorenzo asked, looking at Heracles, hoping for a perfect response, but also wishing those damn rats hadn't peeked too much, after all, Lorenzo needed some personal space too.
"Stay away from Old Dunling, although you told me you're reluctant to leave the comfort of your bed, I know well you're only fond of the advancement here. You can swiftly reach another place by taking the Iron Serpent, rather than bouncing around on horseback, thus you dislike traveling.
To move you, it must be quite an important task."
Heracles' gaze fell on Eve, and considering Eve's identity, he continued.
"A task from the nobility."
"There's rarely a Viking in your team, and not long ago, the Viking Nations sent a messenger... Wait, is this a commission from the Viking Nations?"
Heracles suddenly had an epiphany.
