Masters of the Templar

"Haha! Nothing would have happened if you didn't reveal your secret identity. To tell you the truth, my options are limited." Old Fart striped a slice of smoked salmon and hand it to Wang Tong.

"Come on! I don't like to be followed and watched all day long! I just want a ... normal life."

Old Fart clapped his hands in sheer excitement. "Exactly! Right? There's ...booze and b*obs outside, but I had to sit here on that cold and clammy seat, listening to the old man preaching! 'Save the world,' 'don't save the world'… Bah! I'm so sick of it! For you, there is still one way out of this as long as you are willing to enter the Hall of Valhalla. I can request to have you training in the outside world, sort of like a sabbatical leave."

"A leave? Is it temporary?"