Alaric later arrived just a few minutes before the banquet began. He first greeted Ignatius, who attended the celebration despite not being in perfect condition.
"You didn't have to come in person, Lord Venerable. You are still not in the right condition to move around." Alaric let out a sigh.
The old man might look fine now, but he had almost died during his fight with Remondin. If Caecus was even a second late at that time, he would have perished.
"Haha! How could I not attend this event? You don't have to worry about me, Alaric. I am Ignatius Firecrest. This kind of injury is nothing to me." He boasted with a grin.
Alaric could only smile helplessly at the stubborn old man. "Your presence here makes this banquet even more special."
Ignatius secretly observed Alaric as their conversation continued. He could sense the immense mana inside the young warrior's body.
