A Battle Between Old Friends
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Nearly half an hour later, Hobrick finally appeared. He was still wearing his dilapidated gray robe.
"Is your impunctuality a chronic disease? Why are you always like this!" Old Man White hated this habit of his.
Hobrick was not bothered by his comments. Instead, he leisurely strolled to Old Man White's side, as if he had all the time in the world.
"What's the rush? I need to take dinner, you know?"
The two of them tacitly maintained twenty meters of distance from one another. This was to make it convenient for the other party to summon their Battle Beasts.
"Then... Do you have any last words before you die?" Old Man White stood up and dusted off his luxury coat.
Hobrick was offended by his statement. With a snort, and a serious expression, he spat, "Why do you always speak as if you're certain of the results?"