Albert shook his head, but Valentius just held his hand and tugged.
"The Archdemon left us the loot," Valentius told him straight-faced as he tugged him down the corridor. He didn't want to do this to him, but the skies were crimson outside.
The reset had come and gone. If they wavered, there was no telling if they would be able to emerge alive.
"The loot? You think this is about the loot? Valentius, this is a dungeon!" Albert doubted that the rune had killed the core. If anything, he believed that the core was hibernating.
Trying to restore itself. So, as if it were alive.
"Well," Valentius began, for he didn't think it would ever be possible to get the bravery of the old Albert, coupled with the kindness of this new one. "How do we pay for food, then?"
Albert gulped, but Valentius was cold now.
Merciless.
Didn't the blond know how much Valentius had sacrificed himself to get him this one chance? This one chance of him getting to be an adventurer without a slave rune?
