"How far away is this Banana Island?" Silas asked the driver.
This was a different driver from the one who had driven them from the academy's main ship.
His tone was sluggish, as if he was barely holding back from sleeping.
"We would be there soon," the driver replied, adjusting the front mirror.
Silas's head tilted to the side slowly, then he froze.
"He is sleeping," he muttered, watching Asher's figure.
Silas did not disturb him; he turned back to the driver.
"Since I am this bored, won't you at least tell me about Earth?" Silas asked, his back resting against the chair languidly.
"What do you want to know, sir?" The driver asked.
Silas sighed.
Even he did not know what he wanted to talk about; he only wanted the driver to say something that could interest him.
The driver looked at Silas through the front mirror.
"Do you know why Earth, the Imperial Capital, is more ordinary than a low-grade planet?" He asked with a smile.
Silas's attention was piqued.
