Bab 1332: Conflict Among Friends

"Hey, Neron! Want to come with us? We're going to Mr. Duffy's house today!"

Neron raised his brows at the question as he stared at all five of his friends.

They all seemed pretty excited, and he knew why.

Mr. Duffy was an elderly man—at least on his sixties—who lived in the outskirts of the slums.

His house was perched on top of a hill, close to the end of the territory of the Lord of the land, and by the standards of all slum dwellers, it was pretty luxurious.

However, none of these were reasons why the kids wanted to visit his place.

"Why are you asking me? You already know my answer." Neron frowned slightly as he looked at the one who asked the question.

It was none other than Legris.

"Come on, Neron! When will you get over your hatred for Magic?"

Neron's gaze narrowed as he glared at his friend.

"I already told you… I don't hate it. I'm just not interested."