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Chapter 128
Author: Anakin Detour
last update2025-05-29 00:05:51

Silence reigned. He didn't know if Boaz was on this one purpose. The only thing Boaz has said was not enough to help him recover anything. He tried his best to be able to do everything in line, but no matter what he is, he couldn't.

“What's the matter? You've been seated, and look puzzled for a while now, what's the matter?” Boaz asked the mysterious man he had helped. He also needed answers, but it seemed like the answers he was looking for wasn't actually working out well enough.

“I don't know who I am, or where I come from? I have been a bother to you, but the truth is that, I actually don't have anywhere to go which is a bit crazy but true. Do you understand?” he asked, and there was silence.

Boaz was silence. He was standing, his figure now over the man who was talking. He listened carefully, and from the looks of it, he knew that he didn't really know where he was, or who he was.

“Hmm. I can understand what exactly you're going through. I'm going to always try my best to make
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