"Do you remember the first time we met?" Albert smiled.
Colin replied, "I do, but I still don't know why."
"Because I find it interesting, Colin. I'm very interested in this whole adventuring business."
"'Interest'? That's a cruel word for it," Dorn said from the side. "Countless people die every year for what you call 'interest.' Most of them are just unlucky souls with no other choice."
"He's not wrong," Colin said. "If I were you, I'd train my combat Skills to their absolute limit in my own castle. Then, if I was still interested, I'd go out adventuring."
Albert didn't respond, changing the subject instead. "If you don't mind, I hope you'll take on other jobs along the way, just like you normally would. I want to experience the life of an Adventurer. Speaking of which, can I join your battles?"
Hearing this, Colin suddenly had the urge to pry open Albert's skull and see what was inside.
'I'll never understand the way these rich kids think, not in this lifetime or the next.'
