Today happened to be a rest day in Great Zhou, so the restaurants and teahouses were packed. There were even quite a few elves among the crowd, which Light found extremely fascinating.
To avoid prying eyes, Prince Morton directly led Light to a private room on the second floor.
Meanwhile, on the platform in the teahouse hall, a storyteller was telling the customers enjoying their morning tea the latest news from around the city.
Although Great Zhou had developed more efficient and convenient ways of spreading information as the times progressed, storytellers had still not been eliminated.
That was because skilled storytellers could make both news reports and stories come alive, while also interacting with the audience present. The better experience made them deeply popular with some of the people.
To those people, a restaurant or teahouse without a storyteller always seemed to be missing something. It just didn't feel right.
"So this is how you found out the news?"
The last time Light had come, it hadn't been long since Great Zhou had settled in the new district. The infrastructure was still being worked on, and the supporting services were even less complete. He had never encountered storytellers before, so this time he could be considered to have broadened his horizons.
During this time, basket after basket of pastries was quickly brought into the private room.
The moment he smelled their fragrance, Light's appetite surged. Perhaps because he hadn't eaten them in so long, he felt they were even more delicious than he remembered.
Eating pastries and drinking tea while listening to the storyteller's news program below, two hours passed unnoticed.
After the Elf race came into contact with Great Zhou and obtained tea leaves, they had also grown fond of tea. However, the experience in the Elf Forest