In the fields, Loserrian spotted the visiting guests. Carrying his farm tools, he headed toward the cabin.
After reaching the cabin and setting down his tools, Loserrian walked to the riverbank. Only after washing the dirt from his hands did he return to the cabin and begin bustling about.
Outside the cabin, Velin surveyed the surroundings. All kinds of farming tools, along with open-air tables and chairs, had been placed about rather casually.
Yet upon closer inspection, none of them were simple. With a bit of reforging, each tool could become a semi-Epic weapon.
When he turned to look at Kyle, he found Kyle looking back at him as well.
With only a meeting of eyes, they already understood what the other meant.
"Creak—"
The wooden door was pushed open, and Loserrian, dressed like an old farmer, emerged with a teapot in his left hand and several wooden cups in his right.
Seeing this from afar, Loga wanted to step forward and help, but Loserrian stopped him with a glance.
After placing the items on the wooden round table, Loserrian turned to Velin and said with a smile, "Moon Knight, and you two as well, have a seat."
"Thank you, sir."
Hearing this, Velin gave a slight bow and expressed his thanks.
Kyle and Xuemya also bowed to show their respect.
"No need to be so polite. Sit."
Only after the three had taken their seats did Loserrian sit down.
"Loga."
The Youthful Priest, who had been preparing to slip away quietly, shuddered and instinctively replied, "What are your orders?"
"Come pour the tea."
"Yes."
Loga hurried forward, picked up the teapot, and began pouring tea with practiced ease.
Watching his movements, Velin felt that he had done this sort of thing quite often.
On further thought, it was not