59. Rain of Fire Lizards (3, 5k)

Watkins Charles and his son set out overnight.

There was no helping it. That angel insisted on it. Naturally, he did not dare defy the commands of demigods. Perhaps some people would, but he was absolutely not among them.

As for his son... put it this way: if the angel said to go east, even if there was a sea of fire there, his foolish son would jump straight in without the slightest hesitation.

At the thought, Watkins began lamenting inwardly again—my son! I really should have taught you some of our family wisdom! Instead of letting you run around with those retired old soldiers in the city when you were little. What have they made of you? A simple and naive man can't survive in this world!

On the other side, his son was nowhere near as melancholy as his father. The young man kept hovering around Lernus, asking questions, and Lernus answered them all, with a patience that was astonishing. He had to admit, this father and son were simply two extremes.

The father was corrupt, crooked, and cunning. The son was simple and naive, with a sense of justice and a conscience, and his body was so strong that one glance told you he was fine reserve material.

Only, how exactly had his father produced such a robust young man?

Lernus glanced at the old man, who was no more than one meter sixty-five tall, and then the young man's voice sounded by his ear again. "My lord angel, did you really come from among the stars? What is the scenery like there?"

He held up a torch, his face full of anticipation, his eyes shining. He walked through the wilderness unarmed, yet showed not the slightest fear.

"We did indeed come from among the stars. The