"Heroes, I appreciate that you have taken the job. But, I have to ask. Do you really have what it takes to defeat the Dark Magician?" Ropolly was sitting on a magnificent throne and asked Zhang Yang and Han Ying Xue worriedly. Sitting beside him was a noble woman, dressed in the grandest lady with her thick dress and fur coat. She was slightly younger than the baron himself. The lady was probably his wife.
Zhang Yang nodded. "I may not be strong, but I do have a band of friends. Together, we have killed countless evil and strong demons. Count. Rest assured that we will kill this Dark Magician that you speak off."
"Very well." Count Ropolly smiled with relief. "In that case, allow me to ask of you, my selfish request. Please make haste, for my 7-year-old daughter’s life rests in your hands."
‘Ding! Count Ropolly has a quest for you: Kill the Dark Magician. Will you accept it?’
Both Zhang Yang and Han Ying Xue exchanged a look.
7 years old? What?!