The middle-aged man grumbled silently in his heart, but on the surface, he spoke respectfully, "That's right. I know Lord Velen. Now that you're following him, I don't have to watch over you anymore. The clan leader and I will wait for you back home."
After saying that, the man gave Karos a wink, turned around, and flew off, vanishing quickly from both Karos and Velen's view.
"He's gone? Just like that?"
Karos stood frozen, momentarily stunned.
"Hell yeah! No one's watching me anymore! I'm finally free from this extravagant-spending torture!"
Snapping out of it, Karos cheered with glee and looked at Velen with gratitude in his eyes.
If it weren't for Velen, who knows how much longer he'd have had to endure this madness!
Velen smiled faintly at Karos's excitement.
He didn't have the heart to tell Karos the truth—that the real era of wasteful luxury was only just beginning.
