Chapter 373: The Battlefield of Men

"Are you kidding me?"

Henrik said nonchalantly, "Buddy, trust me, there isn't a woman in this world I can't handle."

"If it were ancient times, I'd surely be an outstanding bard." Henrik stroked his chin as he spoke.

"Wandering across the continent, attending various banquets and becoming a favorite guest among the nobility..."

"And a bedfellow of their wives," Roger interjected at the right moment, feeling that this was actually what Henrik aspired to.

"That would have been a grand era, I'm sure all those noble ladies would adore me."

"Heh," Roger couldn't help but throw a wet blanket.

"I think you'd more likely get hacked to death with random knives."

"Any interesting missions recently?"

Henrik shrugged, completely unfazed by Roger's comment, "We haven't teamed up for a mission in a long time. Why didn't you tell me the last time you went out?"

"Next time, I'll make sure to call you," but no sooner had Roger finished speaking than he realized something.