The Rise of the Dark Hero, Part 11

Elysia looked at Frey extremely confused, while Frey himself only kept his gaze fixed on the street vendor.

Frey knew it. Normal humans generally couldn't live that long. At least not without forbidden rituals and secret techniques. Or transform into the undead or other creatures.

The one who broke the tension in the environment was Elysia "A hundred years? Granny, if you allow me to ask, how old are you?"

The woman realized what she had said. On her face, a momentary panic was reflected, she then she began to giggle, lightly tapping the back of her head. "Ohohoho ...! I think old age is getting to me already. I mean, I only have a few decades."

"Yes ..." Frey whispered, Grandma's words sounded suspicious.

"By the way, I'm curious. What is your current assignment?"

Looking at herself, Elysia replied in a skeptical voice. "I'm not sure the rules allow for disclosure of our assignment. It may be confidential."