Even though he had never slacked off, his bodily functions had deteriorated significantly compared to his youth. In truth, rather than explosive power, the real killer was a lack of sustained Physical Strength. Over a short period, the combat power he could maintain might not be inferior to young and robust Adventurers of the same tier. However, if a battle dragged on, his physical energy would be rapidly drained, eventually plummeting to an unsustainable level.
His brow relaxed at the thought, showing relief mingled with a hint of regret. Stroking the mottled city wall, Sir Ferguson spoke with deep emotion.
"When I was young, I had the honor of following the old Baron Valentine here to pioneer this land. The Baron led us in felling trees and building camps, constructing this castle brick by brick on this deserted wasteland. I never expected ninety years to pass by in a flash.
"Please allow me to express my gratitude to you on behalf of the Baron."
