Solam didn't think there was anything embarrassing about saying that. He really hadn't studied it, so what was there to hide? This also showed that Solam had improved. If it had been Solam from a few years ago, even if he couldn't explain it, he would have spouted some nonsense to make himself seem more impressive. But after all these years of experience, Solam had matured to a certain point and become immune to such low-level pretentiousness.
"Ha ha ha ha! You really are an honest young man." The old man clearly hadn't expected Solam to be so candid. After a moment of surprise, he burst into laughter. Perhaps this was the first time he had met someone like that.
Solam laughed along a few times, but quickly stopped. He was planning to make his exit. After all, they weren't really acquainted, and talking with a scholar was rather stressful. There was nothing much to discuss. If the other party talked about magic, Solam could at least exchange a few words, but this was clearly an ordinary scholar with no extraordinary abilities. Naturally, he couldn't discuss magic with Solam.
But before Solam could say goodbye, the old man slapped his forehead and said somewhat vexedly, "Right, I still don't know your name. At the very least, I should know who helped me, shouldn't I?"
Solam had nothing to hide, so he didn't hesitate. "My name is Solam, and—"
Solam had intended to introduce himself and then take his leave, but the old man interrupted him, exclaiming in surprise, "You're Solam?"
Solam froze. Huh? This old man knew him? Had his reputation already become that widespread?
"If you don't know another Solam, then I suppose that's me. What, do you know me?" Solam still thought the old man had heard some