Apollo and Layla looked at the old man curiously.
Layla whispered to Apollo.
"Hey, should we trust him?"
Apollo tilted his head to the side.
"I'm not sure!"
Although they hushed their voices, even the average person could easily hear what they were saying.
The old man's eyelid twitched.
"If I wanted to, I could've poisoned the berries and water. Distrusting me at this point is pointless."
Layla looked at the old man, then darted back to face Apollo. She continued whispering, though she made no effort to do so quietly.
"I don't get it! What does he mean?"
Apollo had a serious contemplating expression.
"I think he said he was trustworthy?"
Layla nodded enthusiastically.
"Ah! That means we can trust him!"
Apollo nodded in agreement.
"Yeah! That must be right."
The corner of the old man's lip twitched. Perhaps these two were a little too innocent.
Apollo and Layla hurried over. The old man walked leisurely, like how you would expect from a person with his looks.
