The Uncle Duke Anno spoke of was an elderly dwarf, his beard already flecked with white.
Honestly, Luo Chuan found it quite difficult to tell dwarves apart.
They all had big beards, and each was sturdier than the next. Without distinctive facial features, it was hard to distinguish them—at least for Luo Chuan.
It was like looking at carp; they all looked the same.
The dwarf named Duke merely exchanged a few casual words with Luo Chuan, emphasizing a few matters regarding Anno. It was clear that he treated the elven girl very well. If she could not get used to things, Anno was welcome to return at any time.
Once they stepped out of the tavern, the fresh air immediately replaced the rich, almost tangible scent of alcohol.
Yao Ziyan took several deep breaths. She could not even be bothered with that so-called Magic Dust smell anymore; at the very least, it was far more pleasant than the reek of liquor.
The night sky was clear. One large and one small bright moon hung in the heavens, while brilliant starlight gathered countless stars into a dazzling river across the sky.
Anno looked up at the starry sky and stretched deeply.
She smiled at Luo Chuan. "So from now on, I should call you Boss, right?"
"Whatever you like." Luo Chuan did not care much about it. "Boss is fine. Calling me by my name is fine too."
Perhaps it was because people had always called him Boss in Origin Mall. Some customers did not even know Luo Chuan's name; they only knew him as Boss.
Anno had a bright, lively personality. Along the way, she chatted and laughed with Yao Ziyan, telling her about Steel City.
Luo Chuan was not particularly interested. He walked alone behind them, letting his