"Let me think where to start..." Atbolde reached out to feel the temperature of the griddle and placed a steak on it, pausing before continuing,
"Yasi used to call me Uncle Rudolph a long time ago."
Colin nodded slightly, he already knew about Atbolde's talented son from years ago—Pulan, who had been good friends with Yasi.
So it made sense for him to be called uncle.
The fat from the steak sizzled on the hot iron, filling the air with its aroma.
"Well... I'll keep it short. These are all old stories from the past, you probably already know most of it." Atbolde smiled, flipped the steak, paused, and continued,
"My son Pulan and Yasi were very close friends back in the day... a Half-Elf and a Pureblood Wizard. Even now, I find their friendship somewhat incredible."
"But they indeed became true friends and could even venture together into the dangerous yet opportunity-filled ruins of the Secret Realm.
