"The messenger of the gods once asked me."

Stan Tito turned his head and asked with concern.

"Then how did you answer?"

Henil: "I refused."

Stan Tito looked at Henil in confusion: "Do you know?"

"Your rejection may have given up the future of the Three Leaf people."

Henil told Stan Tito: "I can't see the future, I just know to seize the present."

Stan Tito retracted his gaze and began to carve his own paintings again.

"You may be able to reunify Hienza, you may be able to build an unprecedented career and become a great king who is as good as King Jessel."

"But I see no hope and light in you."

Henil was even more unaware: "Isn't it enough to compare with King Jessel?"

Stan Tito chuckled: "For a king, it's enough."

"But for the Three Leafs, for the descendants of Ryderiki, for our civilization."

"not enough!"

“Far from enough.”

Stan Tito stretched out his hand and looked at the sea.

"The world is moving forward, and the long river of time is rolling down."

"Why are we the only ones who keep moving forward?"

"Has the civilization created by King Ledlici become the afterglow of the sunset in the age of his son Jesel?"

"I don't believe it."

"This is not what King Ledlicki wants to see either."

Henil didn't say anything else, he felt that Stan Tito in front of him had completely changed.

He used to admire Stan Tito very much. He thought they would become friends, but at this moment he felt that each other was different. He even saw the shadow of the great poet in each other.

That's it.

The existence of the saint.

The power of the magic trick was reduced, and Henil's voice slowly dissipated.

"You are indeed different. You are no longer a puppet, nor are you the lucky son."

"A person like you will not stay here forever as a craftsman."
Chapter completed!