After Lanchi answered, the office fell silent for a while. The hands of the classical wooden clock on the wall were the only things still moving.
"..."
After a brief silence, Loren leaned back in his chair. The high-end office chair was both authoritative and comforting.
"Then I'll look forward to it."
Loren smiled as he looked at Lanchi and Hughberlian.
Even without asking anything else, Loren had more or less understood.
Lanchi wanted to venture farther north and seek out an unmatched Different Race powerhouse.
Only that could count as a somewhat challenging task for someone like Lanchi.
A little tempering would do him good. That boy was just asking for a beating.
Loren himself could never bring himself to be harsh with him.
But once Lanchi went to the Northern Continent, no one there would indulge him.
"Because of the complexity of its races and its history, the Northern Continent has extremely deep conflicts between races. Some races are intensely hostile toward humans, while some humans are equally hostile toward other races. It isn't like things here, where it's merely prejudice. Over there, they might hear your race and kill you on the spot, so you must never treat the Northern Continent like the Southern Continent."
Loren opened a drawer, took out an ancient book bearing the cover of the Goddess of Fate Church, and handed it to Lanchi, clearly expecting him to finish reading it on the way.
"That doesn't sound good..."
Lanchi accepted the book and thanked Loren, muttering under his breath.
"After you reach the Protos Empire on the coast of the Northern Continent, try not to head any farther north. If you can locate the Primordial Slab - Light or the Primordial Slab - Undead, you'll earn a great many credits as well. After