Sky falling, the sun exploding, he could even imagine this entire life was just a dream, and he was in some sort of a coma.
But going fishing with Inquisitor High Lord? The famed, most ruthless man in the world? That was something beyond one's comprehension.
"Fishing, my lord?" Sylvester repeated in wonder.
Inquisitor High Lord nodded his armoured head and proceeded. "It is one of the few things that calms my mind and allows me to think deeper."
'My goodness, since when did he become such a softie? Or was he always like this but never showed me this side of himself?' Sylvester's mind was full of questions. But he was none to say no to such an opportunity.
After all, bonding and having a better relationship with Inquisitor High Lord could be helpful in the long run. Not to mention, Sylvester truly respected and liked this violence-loving man.
