'But you aren't an ordinary 3rd Generation Knight Apprentice!' The Merchant thought in exasperation. 'An ordinary 3rd Generation Knight Apprentice wouldn't be capable of killing 4th Grade Immortal Kings with a single sword stroke! Hell, even an actual Omega Knight would find themselves hard-pressed to replicate what you had done!!'
The Merchant felt like he was losing more and more of his mind with every fake word spewed out of the crimson devil's mouth.
He just wanted to go home to his wife and retire…
However, with his new temporary job as a 'guide,' his wish was highly unlikely to be fulfilled anytime soon…
His son, Aflon, suddenly took him out of his thoughts as he leaned up off his side of the carriage. "What about your destination, good sir? Why were you heading to the Azureflask Empire?" He asked out of the blue.
