The dawn rose, golden-red light spreading across the land, illuminating Dylan's mud-covered face.
Leaning on his iron shovel, his voice was hoarse, tinged with a tremor of disbelief, "Boss, what you said... is it true?"
"Of course it's true, when have I ever lied to you?"
Dylan tightly gripped the repeatedly crumpled note in his hand, saying nothing.
But soon, the gloom in his heart was swept away by this sudden good news, tears uncontrollably streaming down, mixing with the mud on his face, leaving clear streaks.
"Bella… Bella is really alive!" He laughed and cried like a child, repeating over and over, "I knew it! I knew she wouldn't leave so easily! She's my daughter, Dylan's daughter!"
"Oh, come on, you're not that special. I say your daughter is much stronger than you, already level forty-eight and nearly reaching Diamond Level Adventurer standard."
