He had no idea how many powerful people were hiding their names; he only knew that the number of those willing to spread their own fame, to carve their names into the minds of countless ordinary lives, was beyond counting.
Their number was absolutely immense.
But then again, those who didn't want to spread their own fame couldn't possibly know either—maybe there were even more of them.
"Hahahahaha." Alka couldn't help laughing out loud with delight.
"What's got you so happy?" Chadite walked in from outside and asked. Lucilia was perched on her shoulder, legs swinging.
The two of them were looking at him curiously.
Seeing them come in, Alka walked over with a smile and pulled them both into his arms, giving them a fierce hug.
He even rubbed his face against Lucilia's.
After that, the two of them just stared at him, dumbfounded.
"Looks like you really are in a great mood? Mind sharing it with us?" Lucilia said as she tidied the hair Alka had messed up.
