Arrival at Camp

Aisphany and Orderfell were sitting face to face.

As the general of Burning Dawn's North camp, Orderfell wasn't young any more but likewise, as a noble, Orderfell nourished himself quite well. His skin were tight and shining, making him look younger than his actual age by quite a bit, in addition to his considerably fit body, it made Orderfell looked like a man in his prime.

"I once killed a wolf the size of a mule, it left some scars on my body but its head is hanging above my wall now and is now one of my most precious spoils!"

Orderfell started to boast his courageous act in front of Aisphany again.

It was the third time he told the story since both of them met.

Even if Aisphany was a excellent swindler and had shrewdness above others, the smile on her face was already frozen at the moment.

No one could accept a person telling the same old story repetitively, especially if the person was a man, a supposedly mature man!