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The sound of the wind could be heard again.

It was blowing toward them from the Gorge of Death.

This gorge was known to have never-ending wind.

The strong winds made by nature made the sides of the deep and tall valley into a resting place of death.

February. The winter winds were strong and even carried over the snow tonight, making it hard to see. Cale heard another voice as he looked around at the white snow fluttering through the darkness.

�Are you Cale Henituse from the Henituse territory?�

Cale�s gaze headed to the person next to Prince Pen.

This was the Breck Kingdom�s Royal Mage�s number one disciple. The name of this person whom people considered to be the future Royal Mage was Count Ecross.

� �Human, why is that stupid looking guy checking you out?

�Right?�

Cale gently responded in a noble-like manner to Count Ecross, who was looking at him.

�That is correct. I am Cale Henituse, Count Ecross-nim.�

�Ahem, you know of me. But you did not greet me first.�

�I apologize. I was amazed as this is my first time visiting the Gorge of Death.�

Prince Pen felt odd.

�Why is that person acting like this?�

Cale Henituse was acting respectfully for some reason. Pen looked toward Count Ecross and gave him a signal with his eyes.

�Count, stop it!�

Unfortunately, Ecross could not read Pen�s signal. He looked toward Cale judgmentally.

A twenty-year-old. He did not like that the Roan Kingdom sent a twenty-year-old punk as their representative. He also did not like how he was pretending to be a hero with ancient powers that only required luck to acquire instead of something like magic, which required effort in order to develop.

�A typical punk who relies on his connections to make himself look good.�

The thing the Count did not like the most was that this talentless son of a noble had such a strong personal network. Although he didn�t know the details, he had heard that this punk was close to former princess Rosalyn, crown prince Alberu Crossman, and even Commander Toonka.

He clicked his tongue at Cale, who remained respectful to him even though he was making it obvious that he was looking down at him. He totally saw Cale as the type that was fluent in sucking up. JrNovels.com