Chương 28: A History of Survival

"What's so bad about finding oil? Isn't it supposed to be good? I mean, I read somewhere that it's supposed to be good," Malius says.

He is sitting down, taking a break after a few minutes of swinging his stick around. Breathing heavily, he rests his back against the cave's walls, propping his stick beside him.

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Baldo asks the little prince.

The older man is also seated, cleaning his sword with a piece of cloth.

"I mean. Everyone's worried about the oil something that they found nearby. My brothers and sisters are all very glum about it. But isn't finding oil supposed to be good? Isn't that something we humans use?" the little prince replies.

Baldo looks at the child before him. 

Hmm, his brothers and sisters, the princes and princesses, that's what he's supposed to be referring to, Baldo thinks in his mind. It makes sense, the royalties would be more worried about it than anyone else.