Phiroth 1

Bang!

The carriage landed heavily before the two people. The door was quickly yanked open. Ankama, the King of Holy Lake jumped out.

"Uncle! My uncle! You've finally come!" The young man jumped forward with tears in his eyes.

Ankama turned sideways with a pained expression to evade the young man's pounce.

"Can you not exaggerate?" He was slightly exasperated.

"I can't take it! I can't take it any longer! All my clothes are wet. Only vine armor can be worn. I don't even have undergarments. This life…." The young man crawled to his feet from the ground and cried mournfully.

"Enough! Stop making noise. Do you want the guest to think of you as a joke?" Ankama said sternly.

"This is?" A calm male's voice came from the carriage.