Velin looked somewhat doubtful as he asked curiously, "Where?"
"The Extreme Cold Ice Plains on the Brizet Subcontinent," Aljerta replied.
"When?"
"In five years. I'm not too sure of the exact date. If you want to go, I'll have to ask my father. He's the one who knows the precise timing, after all, and only he can take you there," Aljerta answered, shaking his head.
Velin stared at Aljerta, then suddenly remembered something. "If I recall correctly, Uncle Alaric is about to step down, isn't he?"
Aljerta nodded. "That's right. My father has eight years left before he leaves office. The next king of the Silver Dragon Burke Kingdom has already been chosen. It's Feneus."
"But my father has already started handing over his authority. In another two years, he'll probably turn into a lazy dragon."
"Aren't you afraid I'll tell your father how you've been talking about him?"
"What's there to be afraid of? He has to find me before he can beat me up. As long as I hide, why should I fear him?" Aljerta said confidently, without the slightest trace of fear on his face.
"What a dutiful dragon."
Sitting beside Aljerta, Laxia looked at her husband helplessly, unsure whether she had made the right choice.
"So, Velin, do you want to go?"
"Yes. I've never visited another subcontinent before, so this is a perfect chance to take a look," Velin replied with a nod. "Oh, and ask Uncle Alaric whether I can bring a few more people."
"No problem. Leave it to me," Aljerta answered with a smile.
As evening approached, Velin and Aljerta finished their conversation, and Velin left the Adventurer's Tavern.
At the third-floor window, Aljerta watched Velin's retreating figure and said quietly, "When I first met Velin, he was only a Silver Knight,