Cui Ciyou did not keep making small talk with the male Demonfolk.
Instead, he asked directly:
"We want to cross the sea to the Holy Country of Millis."
"How much are tickets for four people?"
"Certainly! One moment, please!"
The male Demonfolk picked up a stone tablet and a stylus and began writing.
"Tickets to the Central Continent."
"The price varies depending on race and cabin class..."
As he calculated, he looked up to size up the four of them again, then said:
"For Humanfolk and Elves, according to our harbor's rules..."
"Each ticket costs... five Stone Coins, for the lowest-class accommodations."
"Five Stone Coins?" Cui Ciyou raised an eyebrow.
The price was... unexpectedly low.
On the Demon Continent, a single Stone Coin was worth next to nothing.
Five Stone Coins would only buy one hard-shell fruit to fill your stomach.
Hard-shell fruit was a common staple among ordinary people on the Demon Continent.
It was comparable to what people ate in the Asla Kingdom on the Central Continent.
The poor-quality black bread that was a common staple among ordinary people there.
"Yes."
Seeing that Cui Ciyou seemed puzzled, the male Demonfolk...
...offered a lazy explanation.
"Because you're going to Millis."
"The continent over there is quite friendly toward both those races."
"So the price is... well, quite affordable."
Understanding dawned on Cui Ciyou, and he nodded.
"As for... you, my lord..."
The male Demonfolk's gaze fell on Cui Ciyou's striking black hair and somewhat youthful, boyish face.
A shrewd glint flashed in his eyes.
Then an even brighter, almost fawning smile spread across his face.
"Judging by your black hair, my lord... and your distinctive bearing..."
"Not to mention your handsome features."
"Could it be... could you have some connection to the esteemed North God family among the Demon