Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

"Mia is not here..."

"That's what the book states."

The young man said. Alves understood that the fellow had said that probably in defense of himself or something. But that wasn't really what he was aiming at. There was a very much big picture which the fellow wasn't seeing yet.

"No, repeat what you said."

Alves had the strength of his gaze eating up the face of the fellow.

"I read in the parallel world book that an hour here equals to three days over there."

Alves had wanted the man to say something entirely different. Perhaps because he didn't want to believe that his ears had picked the words accurately.

He was shaking his head. In a manner that even the young man couldn't tell what was going on in his mind.

"You are serious about what you just said?"

Alves wouldn't believe. He didn't know why. Perhaps because it was strange to the ears.

"On my life, His Eminence. I would not make such a joke."

The fellow was determined, yet Alves was not convinced.

"I need to see the book myself."

Alves demanded