As long as he was allowed to touch the people of this Shelter, he would allowed to plant five bombs, which were worth 100 Spirit Points each.
It was just barely enough for his 550 Spirit Points.
As Tundra's words hung in the air for a few minutes, a figure emerged at the ramparts, his silhouette outlined against the moonlit sky.
Tundra finally smiled as he knew that the boss had finally appeared... This was a good thing for them.
However, as he looked at the figure carefully, it didn't seem to be the woman who had a pet Dragon, according to the scouts' report.
Anyway, he wasn't too disappointed after hearing the man's words.
"Tell us your names and your Talents... You can call me Mr. Wadsworth. I'm a butler of this Manor." the man introduced himself, his voice filled with curiosity and caution.
Tundra expected this much and replied.
"I'm Tundra, and this is my wife, Jillian... I have a Master-Grade Enhanced Body Talent... It makes my body a little stronger than others. My wife, on the other hand, has a Rare-Grade Classical Bard Talent." Tundra lied without any changes in his expression.
Unfortunately, his Terrorist Talent doesn't just sound too dangerous but also really threatening if they learned how it works. Aside from his trusted aides, he didn't dare to tell this to others.
Anyway, if he was tested, he could rely on his Epic Leather Armor to act the lie. By simply wearing the armor made of Bear's Leather, it could provide him with ten additional Strength Points, and as long as he used 50 Spirit Points to trigger the Bear Force, he could enjoy an additional 30% of his strength for a short 30 seconds. That should be enough time to make his lie work.
"Interesting talents... Especially the Bard one... It seems that our Shelter will become very lively soon... Since you have come to our gates seeking refuge and aid, we could certainly make some arrangements. Follow me, and we shall discuss the terms of your stay within our walls."
Hearing this, the two immediately felt relieved. The both of them quickly expressed their gratitude to the butler...
"Thank you, Mr. Wadsworth. We do not know how we could survive this night if not for your help..." Tundra said.
Because of this, they knew that the shelter owner must be really rich to afford these luxurious orbs.
Soon, the two of them saw the Manor and even felt more impressed. Despite not being able to see other people, they could hear several people in various buildings, especially the church.
However, this Manor seemed to be silent as the boss of the Shelter probably lives here.
'Are we going to meet that Dragon Tamer now?' Tundra thought to himself.
"Wow..."
As Tundra and Jillian stepped into the reception hall of the Manor, they found themselves enveloped in an atmosphere of luxury and comfort that stood in stark contrast to the rugged existence they had endured in the wilderness.
The walls were adorned with intricate paintings. There were plush couches indicating their softness and the air was filled with warmth, unlike the chilling cold in the forest...
As they continued to observe, they also saw the floor immaculately clean, and a spread of delectable snacks laid out before them—all of these elements combined to create an environment that felt like a haven after their days of hardship.
"I don't think we deserve such treatment..." Tundra said, realizing that there were five Light Orbs just inside this Reception Hall, making it really bright and lively.
"Indeed... You even prepared some food for us." Jillian added.
At this time, no one knew if their words were genuine or not.
However, the butler simply smiled as he looked at the two.
Tundra and Jillian exchanged glances as they were both liking this place more and more. Their desire to lord this shelter increased even further,
As they settled into the comfortable seating, Mr. Wadsworth, the butler of the Manor, finally broke the silence that had enveloped them...