"But none of this is important."
Ron patted Andre on the shoulder, casually changing the subject:
"I suddenly have a question I'd like to ask you."
"What question?" Andre was clearly curious about Ron's bloodline secret, but he also understood there would be no answer if he pursued it further.
"To be honest, Andre, have you ever thought about becoming the King?"
Ron's gaze was calm, his voice steady, as if he were merely asking what the other had for dinner today.
This seemingly casual question was like a massive stone thrown into a tranquil lake, stirring up a colossal wave.
Andre was thunderstruck, suddenly halting his steps, his golden vertical pupils instantly narrowing into dangerous slits.
He instinctively looked around, his neck taut, gaze scanning every shadow by the roadside with a tension seemingly ready to repel an ambush.
It took a few seconds for Andre to come to his senses, a hint of embarrassment and self-deprecation appearing in his eyes.
