He raised his eyebrows to see if Avine adhered to his explanations, not to say to this implacable judgment. After her acquiescence, but still hesitant, he continued.
- The one who saved you is called Myzon Jervoz. The current heir of the Jervoz clan.
- It's so easy to imagine him as a leader, with that kind of personality and cynicism. Avine unsurprisingly admitted with a light, grimacing laugh.
- Yes, I know that more than anyone. You see, exactly one hundred years ago, we were very close friends, I, the heir to the throne of Geiren, and he, the heir to one of the most influential families in the galaxy, his home planet even bore at that time the name of this extraordinary clan, Jervoz, the only place in this part of the universe that could produce a very rare substance - Keilon.
- What is Keilon?