On the fourth night, Velin opened his eyes in a room on the right side of the courtyard. He slowly moved the hand resting on him aside, then sat up, got out of bed, dressed, and silently left the room.
In the courtyard, his gaze pierced through the seawater as he looked at the moon in the sky, pondering how to persuade this merfolk master to leave with him.
Compared to the desolate overseas island of Qixing Territory and the even more barren seas surrounding it, this place was exceptionally comfortable.
Moreover, as a trading hub, merchant guilds from all regions of the subcontinent brought distinctive goods from every corner here.
If it were him, if he could stay in Mostian, he definitely would not want to leave.
"Looks like I can only start with my uncle-in-law."
Before he knew it, he had arrived at the place he had arranged to meet Garis.
Inside a shell-shaped pavilion, Garis stood with his back to him, fiddling with something. From time to time, he hummed an unfamiliar tune, clearly in a very good mood.
"Master Garis."
Hearing Velin's voice, Garis stopped what he was doing and slowly turned around. Smiling, he invited, "Please, sit."
Velin did not stand on ceremony. He walked over and sat across from Garis.
Looking at the food on the stone table, he found yet another dish he had never seen before. Its color alone made him want to taste it.
Noticing Velin's reaction, Garis said, "I made it especially for you. Please enjoy."
"In that case, I won't hold back."
As soon as he spoke, Velin eagerly picked up his knife and fork and began tasting the three new dishes before him.
In the blink of an eye, when he looked at the stone table again, the