"My father." Robinson gave Tulin an answer that was somewhat hard for him to accept.
"Your father? Come on, your father should be over seventy years old!" exclaimed the gnome behind Tulin.
"Aha, isn't that Hal." The middle-aged man boldly greeted, and the gnome called by name was silent for a moment, then screamed: "Damn! Jack! It's really you! My goodness! You've become younger!"
"Yes." The middle-aged man quickly walked over, laughing heartily as he lifted the gnome: "Hal, my old friend, you still look young."
"You are the one I couldn't recognize." The gnome Hal was laughing too, but his face was full of tears: "My old Jack, in our entire class, it's just the two of us unlucky ones left."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Fafhrin is gone too?"
"Yes, Fafhrin sacrificed herself to save a camp." At this point, the gnome noticed a child dragging out the foot of a giant Great Chaos Demon from the corridor, the demon's head equally missing.
