"Here!"
Obviously, he did not expect the stern-faced black-haired adventurer before him to suddenly bring up the clothes he was wearing.
Hunter Old Sang's expression froze at first, and he instinctively lowered his head to look at the patched cotton clothes he was wearing.
At first, his gaze was still somewhat blank, as if he did not know why Xia Nan would ask such a question.
Yet just a second later, when the gray-haired middle-aged man caught sight of the fine, dense stitches in the details of his clothes, he seemed to realize something.
His pupils contracted slightly, and he almost failed to maintain the expression on his face.
Even though he reacted immediately and reined in his emotions.
Still, that momentary lapse was captured by Xia Nan.
"T-they were woven for me by my wife, Lord Adventurer."
Old Sang forced a somewhat stiff smile on his face and raised his head to reply to Xia Nan.
The change in his expression just a moment ago was very obvious, and the room was filled with professional, veteran adventurers, so even the somewhat impatient Half-Orc Ganke noticed it.
As his voice fell, Uriah, the temporary leader of the Sulfur Dragon Breath squad beside him, pursued the question: "Your wife? Where is she?"
"She----passed away many years ago, my lord."
Old Sang's eyes dimmed, and a genuine trace of sorrow appeared on his face as he replied in a low voice.
"She wove these clothes for me with her own hands back then----and as so many years have passed, I've patched and mended them many times."
He was telling the truth.
Carefully observing the other's expression using his own Perception while Old Sang replied, Xia Nan made a judgment in his heart.
"Why ask about these? Completely useless."
"If you want this