"To be honest, I don't really like dealing with you adventurers because you have no faith of your own, only worship gold coins and pan-fried squid tentacles," Old Phil said. "But there's no one but you who would be willing to help me."
"You're absolutely right." Bartlett nodded seriously, "That's how adventurers are, can't help it; 'Pan-fried squid tentacles' are our life."
The Barbarian was gradually mastering the skill of conversing with this old man - just go along with whatever he said, no matter how strange it was.
"However, you do have some abilities," Old Phil admitted. "Last time, I asked you to investigate a baby possessed by a devil and to get rid of it by feeding the baby cactus water. You did that successfully, I saw everything clearly from my tower in the attic."
Attic? Watchtower? This building was indeed designed like a small castle.
