Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Richard followed Carla toward the massive crimson mountain.
No one knew that Richard himself was just as astonished.
In fact, he also felt a little strange. Carla, the ten-year-old girl, looked exceptionally cheerful. She kept looking at him, and the smile on her doll-like face almost never faded.
Richard felt that her gaze was rather unusual, yet he didn't dare think too deeply about it, since the girl was only ten years old.
"Brother Richard, I heard that even our Lord couldn't capture you. You know, he's a very terrifying man, yet he came back in such a sorry state. I didn't believe it when I heard it, but it turned out to be true. Considering that you're actually still quite young, I've always been curious about how you train," the girl said.
"Miss, I train just like everyone else. It's just that luck might have been on my side," Richard replied with a chuckle.
His answer made the girl hold her chin, looking thoughtful.
