"The two were different. Kaguolet had such great influence because of his absolute knightly spirit, along with that sense of being young and promising. As for Xing En..." Belaque thought for a moment, then said, "It was all those legendary adventure stories. But as for his character, he was famously a slippery old hand."
"Slippery... old hand..." Uchiha Madara said speechlessly.
"He was decent enough at first, but Traveler's Land isn't far from the Night Elves' underground world, so Xing En became a regular visitor to Traveler's Land," Belaque told Uchiha Madara.
"I know that. There's a small tavern in the Land of Women, and its owner is a dwarf. He seemed to be very familiar with Xing En," Uchiha Madara said with a smile.
"That's exactly why Xing En often ate there and left without paying. The old dwarf started badmouthing Xing En to every traveler who passed by. Then word spread from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred, until the entire Elzeran Continent knew that Xing En was a man of poor character," Belaque said.
"So those two actually had a history like that." Uchiha Madara smiled as he looked at her. "Then let me ask you this: between that old dwarf and you, who is older?"
"How could I possibly be that old? Do you know how old that old man is?" Belaque said helplessly.
"I'm only a little older than you. I'm not even comparable to that old man. He's basically at the age where he ought to be lying in a coffin already," Belaque continued.
As they walked, Uchiha Madara suddenly stopped and stared silently at the ground.
"What's wrong?" Belaque looked at Uchiha Madara. "The road is perfectly fine. Why did you stop walking?"
"The Drake is gone?" Uchiha Madara asked