Dragon Tree gave Zong Hu a strange look, picked up a piece of bread, took a bite, and asked, "Why wouldn't I be serious?
"Are you saying that, as a Level 4 Wizard, I no longer need to eat, so having breakfast is a waste of time? My dear brother, then your life is far too miserable. Good food is one of life's pleasures.
"Try it. This bread is soft and sweet—what reason is there to refuse it? Besides, it's been a long time since we had breakfast together, hasn't it? Don't you miss it?"
"More than breakfast, I miss Lord Oscar." Zong Hu spoke with some anger, glaring at Dragon Tree. "I really can't believe it. The lord met with disaster only a few hours ago, and we barely escaped. It would be one thing if you weren't sad, but you actually went looking for women and are thinking about eating useless food? Where is your heart? Did you lose it?"
"My heart has always been where it should be." Dragon Tree swallowed the bread in his mouth, put the rest back in the basket, turned to Zong Hu, and spoke coldly as he lectured him, "I know Lord Oscar's death has made you very sad. In fact, I am no less saddened than you are.
"But what use is sadness? Aside from wallowing in self-pity and giving your heart a little relief, it's fucking useless! So after the lord died, I allowed myself exactly one minute to grieve. Then I settled you down and went to find Richard! Because I knew that action was more important than grief.
"I had hoped Richard might help me, but as I told you just now, Richard rejected my request. So I can only do it myself—avenge the lord myself, fulfill the