"Werther, my friend, that girl was so pretty. Why didn't you talk to her a little longer?"
Rayleigh smiled at Werther, then took a swig from his metal flask.
Werther had long suspected that the flask meant something special to Rayleigh.
Once, Werther had asked to take a look at it, but Rayleigh had refused. And Rayleigh wasn't a stingy man.
Was it the last gift Roger left him? Probably.
"Rayleigh, if you're interested, you go. I'm not doing anything with a bunch of walking corpses. I wouldn't feel a thing. A woman has to be sexy. Sexy."
"Hahaha, Werther, my friend, you're too picky. You'll never find love that way."
Rayleigh made Werther laugh too.
"Hey, Rayleigh, you're the guy who doesn't go home for six months at a time. Don't lecture me about love."
"I'm just enjoying the feeling of missing someone."
Werther closed his eyes and ignored the incorrigible old man. Rayleigh settled down to rest as well.
Just as Werther was about to fall asleep, a commotion broke out outside.
"Ahhh! Let go!
That hurts! I said let go of me! You're awful!"
A clear female voice jolted Werther awake.
"Stop squirming. I can't even get your neck measurement," an irritated man replied.
Annoyed at being woken, Werther sat up cross-legged on the huge wooden crate and looked down at the scene.
Two guards were holding a mermaid. Judging by their uniforms, they worked for the auction house.
The mermaid they held was a young woman with green hair. Her youthful clothes made her look full of energy.
And why did she look so familiar? Wait—isn't that Camie?
The sight of Camie brought several things to mind. A smile spread across Werther's face. It seemed he had stumbled into something interesting.
Camie, meanwhile, was struggling and