The atmosphere seemed tense. Jilian had never seen Uncle Zehart look like that... It was the same look in the eyes of those vicious adventurers who came to Lock's Weapon Shop to buy weapons.
The look of someone whose hands were stained with blood.
"Nothing." Zehart shook his head. "Is everything ready?"
Jilian could only nod. He placed his pack on the table, then took out a bottle of wine.
"This wine..." Zehart subconsciously furrowed his brows.
Jilian stroked the bottle and said softly, "Uncle, you brought this back for Dad once before. We only drank half a bottle at the time. I knew Dad had hidden it under his bed and had always been reluctant to drink it... Now he's gone, so there's no point keeping it. Uncle, since you brought it here, I suppose it can be considered returned to its original owner. You know I don't really like drinking."
"That was thoughtful of you." Zehart was silent for a while before reaching out and patting Jilian on the shoulder. "Once I've dealt with things outside, I'll come back to the Royal Capital and see you."
"Uncle." Jilian raised his head. "Let me have a drink with you. We can treat it as a farewell, or as a memorial to Dad... Dad can never taste this wine again. I want... I want to drink a cup on his behalf."
"All right." Zehart nodded. "It's rare for you to have such sentiments."
Jilian quickly fetched some cups... three cups. He poured a little wine into each one and handed them to Zehart and Boss Luo.
"I get one too?" Boss Luo asked curiously.
"I can't exactly let you watch the two of us drink." Jilian wore a bitter smile.
"Then thank you." Boss Luo smiled faintly.
They clinked their