Caleb Xavier was the unlucky guy those two had been talking about, but he had no idea what they were thinking.
Right now, Caleb Xavier and Miles Sanctus were lounging comfortably on the leather sofas of a bar.
This place had once been a famous private club, but after the apocalypse began, it was abandoned. Caleb had taken it over as his base of operations.
He raised his glass of red wine and clinked it against the one held by Miles Sanctus, who sat opposite him. "These past few months have been quite fruitful. Let's celebrate!"
"Indeed. I'm actually starting to believe you were reborn. Otherwise, how could you possibly know where to find so much food!"
Miles Sanctus smiled, his eyes narrowing as he watched the refined, gentle-looking man with a sense of wonder.
'This man had found me a few months ago and carried me away while I was injured.'
