The room fell into a profound silence; neither Sasha nor Carlos dared to breathe.
"True heroes emerge from youth, and I, an old man, am genuinely a bit scared," Old Poltan said with a bitter smile, shaking his head: "These thoughts of 'the more money circulates, the more it grows,' did you come up with them yourself? The sage, you're referring to yourself, aren't you?"
"No, I don't dare take the credit; it was truly a wise person who told me," Winters replied.
"Who is this wise person?" Old Poltan asked with some anticipation: "May I meet them?"
"Another day I will personally bring the sage to visit," Winters said with a hint of red on his cheeks, proudly telling the old man, "These were all taught to me by my wife."
"Ah? The She-Wolf? The female warrior?" Sasha thought in shock, "Could it be that Lady Montaigne is not just good at fighting?"
