Tristan's ears perked up when those words reached his mind and settled down to be digested. He quickly understood what the man intended to say.
"Am I going in there?" He asked recalling how Leng had mentioned that they needed to check the limits of his inheritance.
The old man nodded.
"Then what you mean is, if my body can't handle it... I'll die?" He asked, and to his dismay, the old man facepalmed himself in frustration.
"You are correct," the man commented, and a weird expression could not but form on Tristan's features.
'Why the reaction then!' He yelled inwardly, even if his eyes simply radiated slight irritation.
"Normally you shouldn't have the chance of dying, but you're already someone who's done things worthy of a death sentence, so you'll be given no protective gear whatsoever," The man explained.
"What are my chances of dying?" Tristan asked, now disturbed.
