"There you are, Azariel. What are you doing there, sitting alone?"
Davis spotted Azariel in the outer courtyard. He was sitting on the edge of the veranda, appearing pretty chill.
"Just relaxing, father. I just came home from another mission- this is like my twentieth mission of the year. I'm earning good."
Davis appeared before Azariel. He looked at his son with a sense of pride, but his expression was hidden. His son looked devilishly charming at the age of eighteen, his blonde hair untied and lightly swaying in the gentle breeze. His purple eyes were also mesmerizing, capable of charming many women, and his body was also toned to perfection.
"Oh, what's the mission like? Can I sit beside you?"
"Sure." Azariel gestured, a smile creeping up on his lips before he moved a bit, "It's just the usual, clearing some bandits outside. Their leader was actually a Level Three Immortal Emperor, but fortunately, I was strong enough to take him out."
"I see… do you know our tax system?"
