Capítulo 250: Killers.

"Master!" Arla called out, and Olaf raised his head and looked while Sol sat with his eyes closed, she was holding a basket full of food and smiling as she skipped through the plot without disturbing a single blade of grass, something the owner of the large farm noticed and furrowed his brows at along with her came Ikaris with Talia and behind them walking with another basket was Halga. "Master, I made something yummy for your first day," Arla excitedly stopped by Sol's side and gave Olaf a small bow. "Sir, Kivanc."

"Please, there's no need for such a noble formality, you can just call me Olaf like everyone else does," He chuckled and scratched his beard.

"Then... Mr Olaf...?" Arla stared at him innocently proving that she was incapable of being too formal with anyone regardless of how much she knew them, she was broken into being polite as a child and it never left her.

"Good grief, this one has a real thumb up her-"