“Giggle! I should have spent my later years like this long ago. Even though I bicker with this old lizard, it’s still fun,” said Berhard.
“Old man? You’re the one who’s going to die before me, and you dare call me old man?” replied Castro.
“Hah, that suddenly makes me feel gloomy,” Berhard sighed.
Throughout their lively conversation, the jokes between Berhard and Castro never ceased.
If I think back to when I first met Berhard ten years ago, he has certainly aged a lot.
Of course, there is Obren, who, despite being well over eighty, still shows off his vigor.
Nevertheless, a person's lifespan has its limits, and Berhard was approaching that limit.
Though he didn’t show it, I felt a wave of melancholy wash over me.
Of course, Castro would provide a lot of support.
In fact, it is said that the dragon's lair greatly aids in the dragon's longevity due to its mysterious energy.
Perhaps Berhard might live well beyond a hundred years.
It is a hopeful thought, and I wish that hope could become a reality.
“Jared.”
“Yes, Castro.”
“When I finish my research on dimensional travel later…”
“Yes, please go on.”
“Can I send one of your descendants to another realm for research? If it’s one of your descendants, they would surely adapt well to any world.”