John Junior was not a fool. If he were, he would've attacked the Golden Sons before Bard arrived. He planned to achieve his purpose by cooperating with an outsider.
Because he was not a fool, he sensed something unusual from Bard's remark.
A sculpture that could be called a miracle looked identical to Roland. What did it indicate?
John Junior was silent for a while, before his face was overcome by desperation. "Those Golden Sons are indeed powerful. They can even make a miracle… There's no hope for my family to rise again."
His soft voice couldn't disguise his heavy grief.
"I don't think it's just a miracle." Bard had a mouthful of the fruit wine, which was supposed to be sweet but somehow tasted bitter. "I threw a gold coin too, and I too have the special ability. There's a voice that tells me that this ability is named Roland's Zeal."
John Junior didn't say anything else. He simply looked out the window even more grimly.
