"The heart of a god?"
Richard looked at the white-haired-old man whose one eye was black-patched and said,
"Mr. Peim, do you have some misunderstanding about my strength?"
Peim stood up shakily. His blue eyes looked straight at him.
A moment later, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"The grace mainland overlords are a bunch of lunatics who don't fear the gods, as expected.
"I asked you to help me find the heart of a god, but you declined because you were worried that you were not strong enough... It's not out of respect for the gods.
"I can't see any fear of the gods in your eyes.
"I like your attitude…"
The words startled Richard. This guy was unpredictable.
He shrugged.
"So, what do you want to express, Mr. Peim?"
The white-haired-old man's face revealed a subtle expression.
"I need you to go to a temple and retract the god's heart sealed inside.