"Hmm, this meat is pretty tasty," Horan commented, taking a sip from a glass of wine, gazing at a map before him as he calculated the distance left for them to reach the Xetuka Kingdom.
He was relaxed on his cushion, casually looking through some documents regarding his subsequent plans. And once he was done looking through a scroll, he threw it in the air, watching it vanish mysteriously.
Of course, from the start, standing in the shadows of the room, behaving like a statue was a youth that was almost thirty years old. He was a Master Porter, a rare individual that was still alive.
As Porters were typically killed or enslaved, it was hard for anyone to even become a Master in the first place.
This Porter was perfectly alright, showing no signs of torture or dissatisfaction on his face. He was wholeheartedly devoted to serving Horan for the simple reason that he and his family were saved by him.
