Inside the wooden hut, it was exactly as Plapa had imagined—narrow and cramped.
Moreover, aside from the round table in the center and a few stools, there was nothing else in the entire hut.
Sitting across the round table from Plapa was a race it had never imagined it would see in Lasudelan—an Abyssal native.
That frail shell of a body, that paper-thin, gaunt frame, and those ink-black eyes with no distinction between whites and pupils.
Everything pointed to the man before it being an Abyssal native.
An Abyssal native had actually appeared openly in Lasudelan?! Plapa could hardly believe its eyes.
Although Lasudelan had never forbidden natives from coming, neither had it forbidden humans from coming. But would humans dare?
Likewise, for a native to come here was no different from a tender little lamb walking into a pack of wolves.
"Y-you... you're a native?" Plapa pointed shakily at the young man across the round table, its voice full of shock and suspicion.
The young man nodded with a smile, then pointed at a stool. "Sit. My shop is having its grand opening today, and you're my first customer. I can give you a discount."
The young man seemed utterly unconcerned by Plapa's suspicion and went on endlessly introducing the specialties of his shop.
Unfortunately, his Abyssal was terribly awkward, on the same level as the graffiti-like Abyssal writing outside. Plapa barely understood what he meant.
Plapa could not help interrupting. "You're a native. Why did you come to Lasudelan to open a shop? Aren't you afraid of trouble?"
The young man's gaze paused. "What trouble do you mean? That?"
He pointed out the window behind him. Plapa craned its head to look and saw several Half-Blood Demons lying in the woods outside, their bodies covered in wounds. There