The round table was surrounded by one middle-aged woman and three young men of different races. The air was heavy with seriousness.
"Mom, I'm sorry we stayed out too long," Gara said, guilt flickering in his eyes.
Especially now, when he'd just returned in high spirits after defeating the green tea woman, only to be greeted by the wailing cries of three babies taking turns screaming at the top of their lungs.
How could he have ever thought one person could handle three tiny infants who knew nothing of the world?
Without waiting for his mother's reply, Gara pressed on. "I'll contact Hilda to buy another servant. Mom, you'll need to bind them with a soul oath."
That same night, he contacted Hilda with crystal ring.
"I want you to find a suitable slave to look after the baby. You know I have triplets, right? The slave will help me with my children."
"I'll go to the Slave Trade Organization right away, Master."
"Good. What about your discussion with the landowner?"
