Merovech. "Uncle, I don't think that's very likely."
"Could you explain in detail?" the Black-haired Youth asked when he heard that.
Seeing this, Hebrew did not keep him in suspense and got straight to the point. "With my lord's current strength, he probably can't beat you. But against my lord's Blood Knight, if he's interested, you should be able to last a few minutes. If he isn't interested, you probably wouldn't last a single second."
After recalling the Moon Knight's exaggerated battle record, the Black-haired Youth shook his head and said, "Then I'll settle for the next best thing. If it's only a contest of swordsmanship, the Moon Knight should agree, right?"
Hesitation showed on Hebrew's face. He rubbed the back of his head, not knowing how to answer for a moment.
"Never mind. Meeting him once is fine too."
"That definitely won't be a problem." Hebrew immediately thumped his chest and promised.
Time flew by as they chatted, and before they knew it, three hours had passed.
Watching the sky gradually darken, Hebrew invited him, "Uncle, do you want to rest at my place for now?"
"No." The Black-haired Youth slowly stood up, his appearance gradually changing. In the span of a few breaths, he had returned to the look of an old man. "I booked a room at the inn for half a month, and I've only stayed five days so far. It'd be a bit of a waste if I stopped staying there now."
"I see!"
After seeing the Black-haired Youth off, Hebrew finally realized that he still did not know the other man's name.
"Never mind. I'll ask next time we meet."
Humming a relaxed song, Hebrew flew toward the Floating Ship Port.
Three days later, at Hebrew's invitation, the Black-haired Youth joined the envoy as