"Thank you."
Those two words, spoken from Apollo's mouth, filled Mike with immense encouragement. He had to do something meaningful!
Composing himself, Mike walked towards the bar and said seriously to Nyx Valoria,
"Get me a hot dog."
"No problem."
With Nyx Valoria's arrangements, the hot dog was soon ready.
Holding the hot dog, Mike strolled around the Wolf's Den, observing the situation at each table.
He first went to Professor Gregory's table. A group of white-haired old men, their combined age could be several thousand years old, all talents engaged in key research projects such as the Tower of Truth and the Abyss.
Professor Gregory alone was eight hundred years old!
The old men hadn't touched much of the food on the table, just a few bites of mushrooms and fish, a taste test. Only Nameless was gorging himself, occasionally summoning his companions to feed them some food.
