“Isn’t it hard?” Hyeonu carefully asked Kapa, who was walking next to him.

“What is hard? It is boring. In any case, I don’t know how long it has been since I’ve walked around the continent like this.” 

Kapa grunted like nothing had happened. In fact, it wasn’t hard for Kapa at all. It would be rather strange if it was difficult. Kapa was also a great tribe chief. Moving this much was no different from breathing.

“Kapa, do you know about the ran tribe?” Hyeonu carefully asked a question.

“The ran tribe? I haven’t met them in person, but I know about them through the records that have been passed down within the league or the stories among the dwarves.”

Kapa’s answer was a yes. The dwarves had records of the demons and god tribe, also known as the ran and ra tribes.

“Can you tell me what is written?”

“If you know the name, then you probably know them well...”

“Would the information I know be on the same level as what has been told over a long period of time?”

“That’s right. The information that remains with us is from the time they remained in the middle world.”

Kapa nodded at Hyeonu’s words. No matter...