Gusts of breeze swept past, stirring the clothes of the two people by the dock.
Romon stood in an open area beside the pier. At his side was a new disciple he had taken aboard the ship this time, the youth named Cassil.
Cassil had long since changed out of his old plain clothes. In their place was an adventurer's outfit Romon had taken from the Shennong Horn Space.
Since it was for his own disciple, Romon had not chosen the finest-quality clothing stored in the space. It was not even second-tier, merely third-tier.
Still, Cassil was quite satisfied with the outfit. The broad belt and dashing garments not only shaped his figure well, but the clean dark blue also made his features stand out, giving him a handsome, sharply defined look.
Looking at Cassil again, there was none of the rustic air he had once had. All that remained was the youthful gallantry a boy should possess, along with a face full of yearning for the future.
Judging from his aptitude, Cassil had considerable talent for being a Druid. Even his good looks were rather similar to Romon's own.
Although taking Cassil as an apprentice this time had been a sudden impulse, it was not merely a momentary whim. After obtaining the Divine Vampire's memories, Romon had vaguely gained a certain goal and desire.
That goal and desire were too distant. Romon did not even wish to speak of them, but he had already begun consciously making preparations—for example, cultivating people who were close to him and devoted to him!
The place where the two stood was some distance from the bustling dock district. Yet the booming voices of teams of workers hauling cargo still carried over without pause.
Romon, who usually preferred quiet, felt no irritation at all