บท 475: [475] Stefan Caraval[4]

Jame's stopped his usage of the [Frost Dragon's Breath] and looked around. He found Stefan sitting in front of him, tending to the fire, and said.

"Surely, A man of such prestige like you shouldn't dirty yourself sitting next to a barbarian, in the dirty ground?"

Stefan, surprised, looked up.

"I was unaware you had...such a mastery over the language."

He said, eyeing Jame's more carefully. He had just come over here to learn more about the man, where he came from...but this was surprising.

It was very, very unusual for a barbarian to even know the common language of his land, much less be fluent with it. All the barbarians he had met were people who were all muscle and no brain. Ruthless, cruel warriors who bowed down to no oppression. It was because of this stereotype that he had taken interest in James. Who showed a peaceful side to him in the cave.

This was what intrigued him, yet it also made him somewhat restless.

'Is he lying?'