Chapter 1519: Hey? Master, Are You Lost Too?

Master, why are we going to Chaos City? Is it just for the fat head fish? Joey softly asked as he helped Master Rom remove his thick jacket.

Joss, who was making the bed at the side, also looked at Rom. Although they had set off one month later than in their original plan, the news of Master Rom leaving Issen Castle still created a big hoo-ha. Many came to send them off on the day they left, including those visitors who had been lining up at the door for a long time.

Master Rom, who had never left Issen Castle, left the workshop that he had lived in for hundreds of years. This event itself was strange enough.

Moreover, his destination was Chaos City, which was even more surprising.

Master had never had any special experience there.

Joey and Joss could roughly guess the reason. Ever since Mr. Mag visited them previously, Master Rom had been planning to move.

Fat head fish has given me a clear idea. I have lived my whole life for forging, and I have forged highly sought-after weapons one after another. They have given me fame, but apart from endless orders and requests, I didnt receive any real benefits.

While I am still clear-headed, I would like to go live at a new place. I only want to make one last weapon for the rest of my time. A weapon that is different from those Ive created before. Master Rom sat on the bed and smiled.

What about those requests that we have received previously Joey softly asked.

Turn all of them down. I already dont have time to make those things for them. Rom shook his head and smiled. Theyre not what I want to do. This is my last weapon, and they are not fit to receive it. Its going to the person who is meant for it.

Yes. Joey nodded with sadness in his gaze.

Joss was also standing at the side quietly as he had no idea what to say.

Dwarves have to die one day. Ive lived for over 400 years, and its long enough. Rom smiled at the two of them. Speaking of it, I have never taught my disciples properly, and you two have suffered quite a bit with me. Try to learn as much as you can in the coming days. As for how much you can learn, it will have to depend on your abilities and perseverance.

Yes. Joey and Joey swiftly acknowledged with glowing eyes.

***

Connie was trailing after Rex in Bastie Prison. She looked at the fully packed prison, covering her nose, and trying to keep the stench at bay in vain. Master, we have too many baddies here. Why dont we just kill off some of them? After all, we will be simply wasting food and air to keep them alive.

Rex broke the wrist of a prisoner who was trying to open the lock. He pushed the hand back, and then continued on his way as he said, Killing a person is the most merciful punishment for the crimes he has done.

Then, whats the point of keeping them alive here? Connie was perplexed.

So they cannot have a quick and easy death, Rex calmly answered.

Connie flicked a glance at that cell that was in the midst of fighting. A cell that was originally meant for two had seven or eight prisoners stuck in there. No matter what, they were not going to have a comfortable and easy stay.

With an expectant gaze, Connie quickly caught up with Rex, and softly asked, Master, I will be going home the day after tomorrow. Do you want to come with me?

No. Rexs answer was succinct as usual.

Master, you may lose your disciple forever like this. Connie rolled her eyes.

Its alright. I always think like that every time you go out.

Goodbye then! Connie turned and left in a puff.

10 minutes later.

Hey? Master, how did you appear in front of me?

20 minutes later.

Hey? Master, what a coincidence?

30 minutes later.

Hey? Master, are you lost too?

Rex.

***

In an opulent hall in the Marquis Manor, Bowen was pacing around with elation as he murmured to himself, Ha. That fellow has indeed sent himself in.

Master, Bennett is one of us Marquises, after all. Will this incident affect us negatively, or even get us into trouble? the old butler asked worriedly.

Bowen relaxedly smiled. He is the lowly bastard son of a prostitute. He wanted the whole world to know his identity, and he went around telling everyone that he was one of the Marquises because he wanted my position as the head of the family. However, I knew for a long time that his money came from illegal sources. I was worried he would get us in trouble one day, so I made sure our familys properties and people drew a clear line with him