"Byron."
The kneeling Shia Beastman youth raised his head upon hearing his name and answered respectfully, "Lord Velin."
"Get up first."
Having received permission, Byron rose from the ground.
"As for your tribe's invitation, I need some time to consider it." Velin looked at the Shia Beastman youth and tapped the tabletop rhythmically. "I'll give you an answer within half a month."
"Yes, Lord Velin."
"That will be all. I hope you have a pleasant half-month in Qixing Territory." Velin stood up, looked the Shia Beastman youth in the eye, and spoke gently.
"Lord Velin, I believe this place will leave me with wonderful memories."
After bidding the Shia Beastman farewell, Velin left behind a Gold Coin and departed the tavern.
Looking at the bustling streets, Velin quickly put the Kaidas Tribe's invitation out of his mind. He planned to discuss it after his uncle returned from vacation.
The Moon Elf Trisa gazed at the shops along the street, her eyes sparkling as she eagerly wanted to take a look around.
Free from the restraints of etiquette and family rules, she greatly enjoyed this kind of life.
"Father, hurry up! Let's go watch the opera. There won't be any seats if we're late." A little boy tugged at a young man's sleeve as he spoke.
The young man shifted his gaze away from the singing and dancing stage nearby, lowered his head to look at his child, and said with a smile, "No rush. I'll let you sit on my shoulders later so you can watch."
"No." The little boy shook his head, his expression firm. "You said that last year too, but when you lifted me up, I still couldn't see anything."
"That was because you were too short last year. You've grown taller this year, so that won't