“But that doesn’t mean that I wish my friend success in his endeavor. By the Great Turtle, I want to go to the Empire, not to perish for the sake of other people’s weird fantasies.”
Hadjar looked at the bald man walking next to him.
“Then why are you still here?”
“As you said,” Einen’s lips trembled slightly, “I’m still here because my friend is still here.”
Sometimes, Einen’s logic seemed as unyielding as his staff to Hadjar.
When they reached the camels, they split up. Einen went over to Glen to discuss how exactly they would share the snake’s core. It turned out that the islander needed everything related to snakes to cultivate some kind of Technique. So, the Baliumian bargained for two imperial coins and the promise that, after their next encounter, Glen, regardless of the ci
