Looking at the food placed on the table, it was exactly as the middle-aged man had described.
Sitting at the wooden table, Velin picked up a piece of bread and took a bite. It was very soft, not as hard as he had imagined.
"This red fruit is good, and the flower nuts are pretty tasty too."
In less than a minute, all the food on the plate had vanished without a trace.
He rubbed his stomach. He had only just started to feel satisfied, and breakfast was already gone.
It had to be said that Blue Gauze City had evolved tremendously when it came to food.
Of course, the most important reason was that more and more nobles had come here, driving the evolution of its cuisine.
After all, not a single noble who could come here was short of money.
After decades of development, Blue Gauze County, a patch of land only a few thousand square kilometers in size, had formed a unique culture. In just a few days, one could only gain a general understanding of it.
But that was precisely what Velin wanted to see: no interference, allowing the culture and customs to evolve naturally.
Pushing open the door, Velin stretched and walked toward the inn's front desk.
After waiting in the hall for several minutes, he saw Kyle arrive, and they left the inn for the East City Gate.
At Blue Gauze City's East City Gate, Hailia occasionally lifted the curtain and looked toward the gate, her eyes filled with anticipation and unease.
The one-armed coachman leaned against the carriage, gazing at the peaceful scene and sinking into his thoughts.
"They're here."
Hearing the excited cry, the one-armed coachman came back to his senses. Seeing the two men emerge from the city gate, he cracked