Chapter 89: Sinking as an Instinct, Youth is the First Blade_3

"The smartest and wisest choice at this moment is to safely store the seed, move into the Magic Ring, and be ready to sever ties with Benny at the first opportunity..."

Ronan thought to himself carelessly.

Soon, he put the small wooden box in his Waist Storage Bag and picked up the Rune Stone detailing the heritage of Metal Magic in front of him with a calm expression.

...

"How about we wait until sunset?"

Benny was sitting on a moss-covered stone step, tapping his pipe on the edge of the step and softly speaking to the long wooden box standing beside him.

Before him laid a desolate and ruined courtyard, a dry and collapsed water fountain, walls covered in withered vines... and a Sun that had already set halfway in the west.

"I actually had the chance to take the seed and leave immediately."

Benny put his pipe to his lips and instinctively took a puff, but exhaled no smoke.