Weed wanted to find a way to stop Alveron’s mouth from prattling on.
The priests and paladins had great respect for him.
Benefactor of the village, and the great adventurer who found the holy treasures of Freya!
Weed’s eyes began to tremble.
'There will eventually be some damages, so it might as well be here.'
Avoiding to spend money now was impossible, so there was no need to stand idle.
Weed smiled brightly as he stirred the soup.
“If there is anything I can do to increase the prosperity and peace of the continent of Versailles, of course I will do it.”