Brazenness Tames the Workaholic Trash

XXXVII

Of course, Claud's inclusion among the granddaddies was unprecedented. They're sitting around the round table, casually sipping tea made by Ron. It's the table of good-looking middle-aged men. Deruth, on the other hand, looked younger and older after shaving his beard. He didn't want to be perceived as older than his co-parent-in-law when they were of the same freaking age!

Amazing. Cale chose to ignore them and concentrate on what the voice had told him.

"Living water..." Cale murmured one night.

Athanasia has yet to awaken, and Cale agreed to let Claud speak with his daughter in response to his request.

"Living water, huh?" Lucas sighed. That is the first time he has heard that. He searched his tower but couldn't find it.

However, Choi Han was the first person to say something logical for the first time in the entire story, "might be the fountain of life?"

Everyone turned to look at him.

"I read about it in mythology."

Right. This bastard was a high school boy before he transmigrated. Mythology is a branch of literature.

"If there is an existing world tree, there may be a fountain of life as well."

However, the fountain of youth is one that provides eternal youth. Anyone who drinks from it will have eternal life.

Would Athanasia want eternal life? Cale was unsure. But he knew she wanted to live.

"Father-in-law," Cale said, looking at Claud. "Can I borrow your library?"

Claude looked him square in the eyes. He didn't say anything or do anything. He simply stood up and walked past him, dropping a golden key in his palm. "On the fourth shelf, and the only golden book."

A hidden passageway where ancient records were kept.

"I appreciate it."

Claude remained motionless. "It is I... who should be thankful for you," he said, his hand resting on the doorknob.

Then he walked out the door to see his daughter. She is the sole owner of the mana fluctuation.

Cale stood up and exited the room, accompanied by Bud and the smart people. Of course, Vicross and Ron were aware of their respective roles in this situation. This isn't the first time Cale has done something similar. The Mercenary Library paled in comparison to the thousands of books and scrolls that came before it.

"Ron..."

"Yes, My Lord," he says.

"Brace yourself."

"Leave it to me."

Brace yourself to support me.

Ron nodded, and soon Cale began reading the fifty thousand records about legends and myths.

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Alver Crossman frowned as he noticed Cale flushed, heaving, and his breath cut short due to exhaustion. He remembered the day Cale went to the mercenary's library and read the records. It was the same sight he had seen before.

An ordinary man performing godly and omnipotent acts.

The first time he saw Cale doing something that others had reported to him.

My god. I'm so glad I didn't make him my adversary!

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