Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights - Chapter 352: The Old Man’s Name

Chapter 352: The Old Man’s Name

If she were honest, a Titled god’s core was worth that amount at the least.

She pursed her lips.

“I’ll speak with him. No promises, though.” Isolde responded. “I’ll give you a call when I have his response.”

Although the sky had been dark for a while now, the lights of the skyscrapers, street lamps, and cars lit up the island.

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She sang. There were no words, just flowing through different tunes, like a hymn. Her voice was something else; it captivated the soul.

Some were around Dirge; others were more interested in the children, caressing their chins and patting their heads, although their hands just dissolved into white mist.

Dirge, clad in her golden armour, looked nothing like the Banshee; it made him reflect.

From now on, he would already start thinking about good names that embodied his knights, even those he had not acquired yet.

There was much more to his noble knights than what was defined on their monuments or tablets. They were actual beings.

They weren’t beasts.

Dirge liked cooking; earth’s cuisines interested her. He could start from there.

Now they were here, though; he had to make the best of it.

“Joy… is most times better felt after pain. How can it be that happiness is more cherished because there’s something like pain?” The old man came from behind.

Godfrey folded his arms, pondering for a while. “I’m afraid you’re right,” he replied, then turned his head toward the old man.

The old man’s eyes flashed with surprise. “It’s been a while. Most people just call me an old man or caretaker. My actual name is… Cain.”

That name landed like a hammer. The moment Godfrey heard it, his face froze, then his teeth clenched, his eyes widening as he switched back to Black-Out State, barely stopping himself from taking off the old man’s head when a thought flashed past his mind.

Maybe it was, but most notable people whom he had grown to like were all true Cains with different names.

The old man smiled. “But you know what? My grandmother gave me a different name, one I answered with pride. She took me, her first grandchild without a proper name, and gave me a better one.”

“What?!” Godfrey was dumbfounded. He was certain this old man was just a low tier, yet he was here with the names of two of the most iconic figures in the world.

“You said you’ll repair the orphanage.” He laughed softly. “I have the feeling your promise is bigger than your wallet. You’re broke, aren’t you?”

“I have a rich wife.”

“You’re strong, yet broke. There are things money can get you that strength can’t. They work together; to be whole, you must have both. It’s like money and influence.”

The old man looked at him. “Well… you do now. A promise is a promise. Don’t tell me your word isn’t also reliable?”