"You are the one that is old!!" retorted Draught.
"Sure.. Sure..." said the blue-haired man nonchalantly.
After thinking for a while, "Just help that boy if you have an opportunity." said Draught before focusing back on his work.
"Hmm… I will see what I can do." said the blue-haired man before disappearing.
At the same time, a group of cloaked people gathers at a massive plot of land in Firuman. Despite their suspicious and mysterious appearance, the group is very lax, as fifth-grade combatants are the weakest among them.
With this kind of combat power, they could even go to war with a strong kingdom. In the surrounding area, people could find countless corpses lying around. If people look closer, they can see most of these corpses wearing a particular emblem in their clothes or armor.
Most of these emblems come from all the prominent religious groups in Firuman. Still, none of the people care about this as if it has nothing to do with them.
“Children harbor a great many doubts and sorrows that could be eased by a loving hug from a parent.” - Richelle E. Goodrich.
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