Then You Should Have Asked

The moment Brother Mangzi returned to Candlewood Island, Little Snail rushed up to him and chattered away. It took him a while to understand.

"Ligardel got smaller again?"

"This kid..."

Hearing Little Snail's words, Brother Mangzi rubbed his forehead, a headache coming on.

But he still quickened his pace.

Before heading to the Evil God Gathering Place to join the war, he had spoken with Ligardel. The kid had only lowered his head and murmured an hesitant "okay," so Brother Mangzi had not paid much attention to it.

Now, it seemed that the little lion had really wanted to take part in the war.

But honestly, even if the little lion had told him what he wanted back then, Brother Mangzi would not have agreed to let him go.

The Evil God Gathering Place was too dangerous.

Even plenty of players had died there, and the battle had repeatedly reached a stalemate. How could Ligardel, a little lion with barely any combat ability, possibly handle it?

NPCs could not revive like players after dying.

Still, Brother Mangzi could not help feeling conflicted.

In his view, a True Warrior needed to face danger at all times.

Perhaps his protection of Ligardel had become an invisible restraint as well...

However, Brother Mangzi quickly firmed his resolve.

Even if Ligardel was to face danger, he had to learn how to fight first.

Who learned to run before they could even walk?

With that thought, Brother Mangzi sped up.

Before long, he found Ligardel sitting on the beach, waiting for him.

"Teacher!"

Seeing his teacher arrive, Ligardel hurriedly pulled himself together and stood up. Yet Brother Mangzi still noticed that his body had shrunk considerably.

"Ligardel, you're doubting yourself again, aren't you?"

Brother Mangzi sighed softly and patted his head.

Ligardel lowered his spirits.