Lancelot gave the cunning old Red Dragon a deep look and sighed, "All right, I understand."
"Don't be so sad; this is a good thing," said the Halfling with an even brighter smile upon seeing Lancelot nod in agreement. "Originally, you would have only received the symbolic title of Lord of Withering. Now, you'll become a true Lord of Withering. Every resident of Mogrondale dreams of such fortune falling into their lap. What's there to be unhappy about?"
"I still want to pursue more adventures, and if possible, find a way back to my original world. I'm really not interested in staying in Mogrondale City." Lancelot spread his hands. "Can this title of Lord of Withering be given away?"
