"Yes, I'm familiar with it. It's from that myth, right? The lone Golden Ginseng from the lost kingdom that pops up when some mysterious conditions are met?"
Artis's tone was as confident as a drunk gambler betting his rent money.
"That's correct. And do you happen to know what those conditions are?"
The Patriarch asked, his regal tone carrying just a hint of let's-see-if-this-moron-can-keep-up.
"I don't know about that..."
Which was true. Artis didn't have the mental bandwidth to recall every single detail from the novel, especially since his original memory of the plot was fuzzier than a peach.
But he did remember the conditions were met when protagonist formed his squad of badasses, particularly when they snagged the Elven princess.
'Ah, the Elven princess...'
