Then, for some reason, the tracking coin wandered around the Wolfe Clan for several days. Eventually, it seemed like it was about to leave the area entirely. Judging by the direction it took, it seemed to be heading toward one of the nearby Empires.
Everything was really strange, so Kevin ordered his butler to approach and track the target.
And if he showed even a hint of strangeness, to bring him here immediately.
Yet, the moment Kevin met the young man, his expression slowly twisted in confusion.
Sitting on the elegant stone bench, Kevin calmly sipped a cup of tea with his eyes closed, as usual.
A few seconds passed.
Then he gently set the cup down on the table and spoke in a soft tone:
"Who are you?"
A simple question, sometimes.
"Urghh! Ah, sorry. I've just been through the worst days of my life, so I can't control my mouth," Tyrone said awkwardly, quickly swallowing his cake.
"Ehm! Sorry for the tho—uh, I mean, I lost my manners."
