Dusk in Finklan was a beautiful yet also rather somber time of day. The churches were made to look quite drab and old under the light of the dying sun, as if they were barely able to support their own weight. Surrounded by a cluster of churches was a large manor that was standing in a very domineering fashion, as if it were carrying the dilapidated churches around it on its shoulders.

At this moment, Prince Xar was entertaining a few guests in his spacious and luxurious guest hall.

Prince Xar was a man who was in his sixties, and he said in a boisterous voice, "You finally came back, you old fart. I was worried that you were going to just stand by and watch from a distance."

His coarse yet well-trimmed beard was moving up and down in an exaggerated manner as he spoke.

A resigned smile appeared on Sim's face. "I wouldn't dare to ignore a summons from you, Prince Xar."

"If I hadn't encountered someone so troublesome, I wouldn't have called you back to Finklan," Prince Xar said as a serious look appeared on his face. "You've been toiling away for most of your life, you really do deserve to go into peaceful retirement and enjoy life."

"I seem to be destined to toil for life. I don't think I'll be getting any rest until I'm laid to rest," Sim chuc...