"First, I'll find someone to mediate the dispute between you and the Victory Church, but the price is that you must serve him for a hundred years."
"Second, I'll hand you over."
"I choose the first." The white-haired young man answered without even thinking.
"Then stay here for the time being. I'll send someone to invite him."
After saying that, Duke Moravia waved his hand and opened the gate to the Demiplane before stepping inside.
Watching him leave, the White-haired Youth slumped onto the ground. Looking at the little fairy similarly sprawled across the back of his hand, he said in relief, "At last, we don't have to run anymore."
"But if he settles the dispute, you'll definitely have to hand over that thing." The little fairy looked up at the White-haired Youth and spoke softly.
"I don't want it anymore," the white-haired young man replied. "I've been hunted for thirty years. I think my life is more important. No matter how good other things are, if I'm dead, they have nothing to do with me."
"That's for the best."
The little fairy flew onto the White-haired Youth's head, tidied his hair, then found a comfortable spot and lay down.
"Once this is over, we'll go treasure hunting."
"Mm-hmm."
On Sixth Teleportation Array Island, in the adventurer lodging district, a gray-robed youth pushed open the door of an inn room. Seeing the silver-armored man drinking by the bedside, he closed the door behind him and said, "I've found out where this place is."
The silver-armored man turned to look at the gray-robed old man and handed him a cup of wine. "Go on."
After taking the cup and draining it in one gulp, the gray-robed old man sat opposite the silver-armored man and said, "This is Sixth Teleportation Array Island.