When Evan Chu finally emerged from seclusion, a full month had passed. By then, almost all high-level experts of the Mansfield Family base star-region were gone, their whereabouts unknown. The only one left to receive Evan was Desmond Mansfield.
"You finally came out! I thought you'd have me waiting three or five years. I bet you got some big benefit, huh? For just a 'little rest,' that's a pretty long time!"
Desmond Mansfield gave a meaningful smile, but Evan was speechless. "Seriously, I can't hide anything from you. So, what do you want to know?"
"No need. If it's something I want to know, there's no way I won't find out. If I don't care, even if you tell me, I won't listen. Whatever happened in the Starry Abyss has nothing to do with me anymore. As of a month ago, I'm part of the Dragon-Chen Legion."
"Haha, you're pretty clever! So, what now? What's the plan?"
"Heh! Naturally, we do what needs to be done first! The old man and all the elders have already left—right now, the Mansfield Family is under my command! My grandfather gave the order: to thank you for your help, I'm to open the warehouse and let you pick whatever you want. No matter what it is, you can take ten items."
"Ten items? That many? Don't tell me they're just some random, dispensable junk."
Evan Chu raised his eyebrows and said.
Hearing Evan's sarcasm, Desmond Mansfield was instantly annoyed. "You're looking down on my status in the family, aren't you! I just said it—right now, the whole clan answers to me. Even if I was just showing off, I'd have to bring out a few real treasures for you to see!
Besides, you're seriously doubting the family's sincerity! We're not tossing scraps to a beggar—we're genuinely grateful to you!"