Stray

“Interesting, Mr. Ramon. You look like you haven’t slept all night.” Telaranea’s pointed his fingers to each other and leaned back against the sofa backrest in the reception room. He cocked his legs and move freely and calmly.

“It’s just ordinary insomnia, so I just went out for a walk.” Oliver sat down opposite him, his tone steady. “…It’s been a long time since I saw you, ‘Mr. Thorne’. It seems that you have completed your research in that cabin.”

“Not exactly. You see, neither you nor your companions like me very much and I’m not here specifically to be a guest.”

The Sage of the Abyss narrowed his dark green eyes and looked at Oliver on the opposite side.

Oliver Ramon’s aura had changed a lot.

When he first met Ramon in Garland, he only regarded him as a naïve and foolish young man. It was better to say that he and Nemo Light were like the same page. Their faces were full of “will die in the first three missions of the Black Chapter”.

Although speaking for himself, Oliver Ramon was indeed one of the most talented humans he had ever seen, but “talent” was rarely a decisive factor.

After walking in the world for thousands of years, Telaranea had seen countless geniuses who have done nothing in their lives and returned to dust, never even discovering their talents. Ramon had missed the best growth period— If luck was on his side and Mr. Ramon was willing to abandon the naiveté that was only holding him back. Even if he couldn’t join the ranks of the top powerhouses, he still had a chance to become a famous warrior that the Mercenary Guild could name.

If he was unlucky, he would quickly die from his own meaningless benevolence.