The Tenth Six Hundred Years would not happen until the next three months, so the Adventurers had the time to decide more thoroughly. For now, they were rebuilding the capital kingdom and are planning on recreating the new East.
"Let me carry that for you," Lance said to Elliot when he saw the boy carrying a bundle of plank. He tried to take it, but Elliot refused.
"I can do this, you know," Elliot deadpanned. "I'm not a kid."
"Err," Lance pursed his lips. "Your height says otherwise. You look like you need help. Those planks definitely are much bigger than you."
"No," Elliot scoffed and walked away, not letting go of the planks. Lance was following him and they were now arguing.
"They're back to normal, I can see," Connor chuckled. "Just like an old married couple."
"We do?" Elliot asked. "I assume we act like bloodlust enemies, waiting for the other to make a mistake to kill him."
