Upon hearing his words, Miranda fell silent for a moment before finally letting out a long sigh.
"You're right, Master. It seems the Dwarf King didn't kill him back then," she said in a low, gloomy voice.
Leon chuckled softly and shook his head. Of all the possibilities, that one made the most sense—it explained why Barbarossa was still alive.
The man was supposed to have died seven thousand years ago. And yet, here he was. What intrigued Leon the most was how he had managed to survive for so long.
The Dragon Ancestor had to enter a deep slumber to heal his wounds, while the First Elder relied on some unknown technique.
But Barbarossa?
How had he endured the passing of millennia? This was something worth digging into. If there was a method for longevity, perhaps Leon could use it for himself.
Now that would be interesting, wouldn't it?
