Like this, Nero's picture spread to all corners of the Western Earth Kingdom. His wanted posters were on every wall, in every street, and every kingdom. The forces of the ruling were all galvanized to search for him. However, they couldn't find the tiniest clue as to where he might be.
At this time, in front of a mountain cave, Alistaire stood unwavering as he suddenly spoke.
"Old man! I know you're in there. We need to talk."
After a few minutes of silence, a senile voice echoed out from the cave.
"The younger generation has indeed lost their respect for old people like me…"
Hearing this old man's words, Alistaire rolled his eyes; this old man was going to waste his time talking about respect for this and that.
"You brat! I can see you rolling your eyes. Just hurry up and don't waste my time." That old voice reprimanded.
