Roland stroked his chin, his eyes sizing up the two of them.
Matthew keenly noticed Roland's scrutinizing gaze and immediately bowed slightly, a perfectly measured smile on his face.
Mary, however, kept her head bowed, her fair cheeks blushing in the Dawn Light. Her slender fingers nervously twisted the hem of her skirt.
'Taking care of my daily needs? To put it bluntly, isn't that just a euphemism for warming my bed?'
Roland appreciated Dalko's kind intentions, but he had to decline.
It wasn't that he was averse to women, but the signs of the Magic Elements reawakening were becoming increasingly obvious. A time of chaos was approaching.
Until he had enough strength to protect himself, he would never let such worldly pleasures distract him.
With that thought, he waved his hand dismissively.
"There's no need for someone to take care of my daily needs..."
Ignoring Mary's disappointed look, Roland dismissed her with a few simple words and turned to Matthew.
