They each needed to kill the other.

Silence filled the library.

None of them could easily start to speak.

One thousand years.

Just thinking about the flow of events for that long period of time was giving them headaches.

Bud and Cale were looking at each other.

�Heh.�

Bud let out a short laugh.

�I need some booze.�

He then plopped down on the ground.

He was feeling frustrated.

It was a hypothesis.

It was a hypothesis that the White Star might be the first Mercenary King.

He needed to verify if this hypothesis was true.

However, he had an odd feeling that this was indeed the case.

��Damn it.�

Bud grabbed his hair with both hands. It was hard for him to suppress the anger and frustration building up inside him.

�Damn it!�

Nobody could say anything while watching him.

It was at that moment.

��Haaaa.�

Someone was breathing heavily.

�Young master-nim.�

Ron, who was supporting Cale, looked at Cale�s face. JrNovels.com