Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

"Oh... shit..."

Alves was roaming, thinking about the things that the old man had said to him. The man he had been referring to Aria. He wasn't really worried about the name factor, even though he had scoffed most times saying,

"How could someone his age not have a name?"

Yet he knew what was the most important of his worries. The other information that the old man had hurled at him.

"This land does not have its name? How does that make any sense?"

He had his doubts, but he wasn't willing to take the risk of throwing everything into thin air.

"And after saying all those things he is nowhere to be found! Really?"

Alves had searched for the old man throughout the area of the Palace, making sure to visit all the places that his guts told him not to.

But no matter how hard he had searched, he couldn't find the old man anywhere.

"What was he thinking? That I would come looking for him in the forest again? So I get punished by Grandma again... and lose the remaining bones in my body this time?"

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