"It's him."
Wayne, accompanying Noah, faced the reproachful gaze of his great-uncle with an unchanging expression. He didn't think he had done anything wrong; he believed his arrangement was very good.
Ordinary people without talent should live ordinary lives, rather than risking everything to become professionals. Becoming the lowest level of professionals won't change the family's dire circumstances; instead, it will only burden everyone further.
"This is the most impoverished member of the Augustus family I've ever seen."
Noah watched the young man with light footsteps heading towards the lower city.
From his nimble steps, it wasn't hard to surmise that he was a wanderer. The severely worn leather armor he wore, and the notched and slightly blunted curved sword at his waist, along with the conspicuously handmade crossbow arrows, were evident on him.
