Vexar was busy fighting a hoard of goblins when he suddenly heard a sentence form in his mind. It didn't take long for Vexar to realize whose words it was.
[You can go and handle the boss, Vexar.] He was hearing the sound of his master ringing in his head.
The moment he heard these words, a smile appeared on his face as he was very eager to fight the boss of this village, he was about to say his thank you but stooped when he remembered something
Controlling his tone of expression he replied, [Are you sure, Master? Shouldn't you be the one to take down the boss to earn more exp and evolve further?]
Vexar was glad that his brothers had found some time to teach him about the basic etiquette, or else he would be nothing but a sword-loving demon, not that he disliked that title or anything like that.
But even for a sword-loving demon a basic sense of etiquette is important, that was the exact word Azarex had told him.
