Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

HE HIT HIM TO DEEP SLEEP

"Do you think he will be alright?"

The young man asked, looking at his father, an old man. The old man was the best friend of Casper, Alves' grandpa. And the young man, the old man's son.

"He hasn't even moved since we brought him in and it's been three days. Is he dead or something? Didn't you tell me in the stories that the monarch of the kingdom cannot know what taste death has? Or has everything being a sort of ---"

"Why are you so loud?"

The old man snapped at the young man at once. The lad looked a little disappointed. It was obvious in his eyes that if he had his way, he would keep on arguing. But somehow, he couldn't bring himself to it.

"Will you let his Eminence take enough rest. Who knows what he had been through. And if you're bored sitting here. You could excuse yourself and go do something with your life. At least go on a date with any woman from the dating app."

The old man advised. And after those words of the man, the young man got up on his feet.

They were both se