In the garden, Laikaot sat beside a stone table, studying the magical items Velin had given him.
The orb floated nearby, continuously scanning the writing on them and deciphering its meaning.
"Laikaot."
Hearing Velin's voice, Laikaot set down the item in his hand, rose to his feet, and asked, "You invited your grandfather over?"
"Come on. I'll take you to meet my grandfather."
Laikaot quickly followed him. Once he reached Velin's side, he asked, "Velin, since it's my first time meeting one of your elders, what do you think I should bring as a gift?"
"You don't need to bring anything." Velin slowed his pace. "Compared with gifts, I think my grandfather would rather hear you tell stories about the Astral Realm."
"When you're talking, there are some things you can't describe. Just say so directly. He won't mind. But remember, don't lie to him. If he loses his temper, even I'll have no choice but to run."
"I understand." Laikaot nodded. He had not expected his friend's elder to be so strict. It seemed he needed to watch his words and behavior.
When they arrived at the hall, Velin introduced Laikaot to his grandfather, then took a seat on the left and handed the stage entirely to the two of them.
"Greetings, esteemed Duke Moravia. I'm very pleased to meet you again." Using the local etiquette he had learned over the past few days, Laikaot bowed to Duke Moravia.
Duke Moravia raised a hand and helped Laikaot straighten up. "Since you're Velin's friend and a guest from afar, there's no need to be so formal."
"You truly are a kind elder."
After offering his heartfelt praise, Laikaot walked over and sat in the second seat on the right.
As time passed, the two gradually began to converse.
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