Luo Chuan accepted the flower tea Jodice handed him. A rich floral fragrance rushed over him with the misty steam.
It smelled quite nice. He wondered how it tasted.
With anticipation, he took a small sip. The floral fragrance soothed his heart and refreshed his mind, without being cloying.
As he savored it carefully, he could taste threads of sweetness—the flavor of various flower nectars blended together.
Not bad. He would have Yao Ziyan make some when he got back.
As Luo Chuan savored the flower tea, the previously shut transparent shop door was suddenly pushed open from outside with a bang.
The newcomer was round and plump, his limbs wildly disproportionate, with no neck to speak of. Luo Chuan could practically feel an oppressive aura from him.
The fawning figure of Zuo Wanjin from the Phoenix Immortal Tower involuntarily surfaced in his mind. If the two were compared, it would be difficult to determine who came out on top.
"Free from all worries, enter your dreams in peace. Welcome to the Dream Weaving Firm." Jodice spoke the Dream Weaving Firm's signature greeting from behind the counter. "How may I help you?"
Luo Chuan drank the delicious flower tea, lounging comfortably on the sofa as he watched the drama unfold. It seemed this was the Dream Weaving Firm's usual business.
"Is Detective Herman here?" That was the guest's first sentence upon entering the Dream Weaving Firm.
"I am. What is it?" Herman rose to greet him.
"A commission. I want to post a commission." The guest wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.
"First, you'll need to briefly describe the commission. Only then can I quote you a price." Herman explained the Dream Weaving Firm's process for accepting commissions.
"Some things I brought to Sainia have gone missing.