Mosen Tribe
In a dim, crude stone house, Leian held a bottle of Wind-Sleep Drunk and took small sips.
"Who would've thought that before I could sell this Wind-Sleep Drunk, I'd be the first one drinking it?"
Looking at the bottle in his hand, Leian laughed at himself and began considering how he could gather information about the Mosen Tribe and the surrounding cities.
Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Leian's eyes lit up, and a smile flickered across his lips. "I didn't expect someone to come calling on their own. Hmm, he'll do!"
With a thought, Leian set down the bottle, rose, and opened the stone door. A lean man in black robes stood outside.
The man in black was not only skinny but short as well. His cheeks were long and narrow, while his round eyes resembled those of a rat.
Strangely, after the stone door opened, the man did not greet Leian. Instead, he immediately looked into the room. When his gaze landed on the wine bottle Leian had placed on the stone table, delight instantly appeared in his eyes.
"I knew it. My nose would never deceive me!"
Muttering to himself, the lean man reluctantly withdrew his gaze before finally introducing himself to Leian.
"Hello, my name is Sparrow, a Midgod of Destruction."
"My name is Leian. Come in and have a seat."
Leian invited him in with a smile. Once they were both seated, he flipped his hand and produced another bottle of Wind-Sleep Drunk, pushing it in front of Sparrow as he chuckled.
"From what Mr. Sparrow said just now, did you smell my wine?"
Sparrow did not stand on ceremony. He immediately picked up the bottle and gulped down two large mouthfuls.
"Refreshing!"
He narrowed his eyes and savored