"Night Innkeeper, what brings you here?" Angel looked at Night and asked curiously.
When Angel had built this "Illusion" cabin in the morning, Night had not come over. Yet he had come now instead.
"I came to thank you and apologize to you." Night's voice was low and steady, without a trace of impatience. It was hard to imagine that he possessed the bloodline of a Fire-Passing Demon.
Thanks? An apology? Angel looked at Night in puzzlement. Those were clearly two words of entirely different natures.
"Plapa, who came to your place for an Experience Journey before, is actually an employee of my Prey Hall. He was able to improve so quickly thanks to your help, and for that, I must thank you. As for his earlier lack of sense—fighting the Quicksand Demon at your door and nearly involving the shop—I apologize to you on Plapa's behalf." Night spoke lightly, but when offering his thanks and apology, he sounded utterly sincere, without the slightest hint of perfunctoriness.
"I never expected Plapa to be an employee of Prey Hall." Angel waved a hand, wholly unconcerned. "It's fine. He was also the first customer in my shop, so he holds great significance to me as well."
After a pause, Angel looked Night up and down. "Other than this matter, I assume the innkeeper has something else to discuss?"
Night nodded and took a burning black bone from within his cloak, holding it out before Angel.
Angel stared at the still-burning black bone, surprise and uncertainty flashing through his eyes. "This is... an Undying Burning Bone?"
"Yes. I was fortunate enough to encounter a Black-Gold Nightmare while hunting in the wilderness earlier. So you no longer need to scrape together this Undying Burning Bone yourself."
Whenever Night spoke, he gave the impression that