"No wonder she was willing to trade fifty treasures for your life. I can tell she’s very afraid of you," Fynn explained.

Adrian chuckled. It seemed that he had left quite an impression on that pest.

"Do you know what kind of person she is?" Fynn asked.

"Of course, I do. That parasite is leeching onto a slave of mine from the outside world. I came in here to get my slave back."

"A parasite? That's an interesting term. I don’t think anyone in history has ever dared to describe that person in such a way." Fynn chuckled.

"As long as you have enough strength, you can call anyone anything, no matter if they’re a dragon or a parasite." Adrian chuckled as well.

Although that was what he said, Adrian knew that Fynn didn’t have the qualification to call Thalia a pest. No matter how hard Fynn tried, his final stage would probably be limited to that of a Warlord. As an old man—and possibly one of the oldest people in this world—his potential had been squeezed dry.

"You truly are extraordina