"This isn't what I am looking for."
A young man in a mask stood with a woman looking at him, a slim man behind him standing like a bodyguard.
"Isn't there anything bigger than this?" Tarkan asked.
"I want the biggest house I can buy in Tharn. This one... is not to my liking," he added.
Slim, who stood beside Tarkan, had lost his usual blank expression. Worry crept onto his face, and he couldn't help blurting out,
"Young master, isn't where we're staying already too big for just the two of us?"
"Slim, I want my own place," Tarkan said in a casual tone, unfazed by Slim's nagging, which had been constant.
"But Mas.. Tarkan, we made a down payment for that manor for two years," Slim said, trying to reason with him.
"So?" Tarkan replied, not the least bit bothered.
