For an instant, Qehreman was startled, believing that in this world, crazier than him had finally appeared.
But afterward, his lips curled into a smile, and he met the toast with his glass.
"Well said! Since you're this straightforward, I shall reciprocate in kind. My friends are not many, but if you dare become my sworn brother, I dare accept you!"
Qehreman replied while knocking his glass against Konrad's. In tandem, they gulped down their wine. Thus, sealing the pact.
While setting his glass aside, Qehreman locked his gaze onto Konrad, awaiting his next move.
"Like I said, since you're my sworn brother, I will naturally assist you. Feel free to tell me your plight, it's not impossible that I have the means to solve it."
Konrad advised while laying down his glass and shouldering Qehreman's inquisitive gaze. And hearing those words, the idealistic barbarian's face contorted into a frown.
