Dressed in formal attire and a top hat, looking every bit the Loen Gentleman, Sifa removed his hat and smiled warmly as if greeting an old friend. "Good afternoon, Mr. Noah. It's a pleasure to see you."
He skillfully produced a gold coin, slipped it into the harbor master's pocket with a deft motion, and said with a smile, "This is our docking fee."
Noah smiled happily, but his voice soon turned subdued. "Mr. Rayleigh, you shouldn't have come. You'd better leave quickly."
Sifa froze for a moment. Why was he driving us away? He put on a troubled expression and said, "Did something happen? The thing is, my ship has just left. They're going to sell goods on other nearby islands and won't be back for at least two days."
Noah looked around before lowering his voice. "Recently, the great Astuka seems to be in a rather bad mood. In any case, if you insist on staying on the island, remember never to leave the town."
"Also, don't go out at night. No matter what you hear, do not leave."
Sifa nodded and slipped another gold coin to the harbor master who had kindly warned him. "Thank you so much, Mr. Noah. I'll remember your words."
Noah patted the pocket holding the two gold coins, smiled, then said seriously, "Make sure you do."
Then he headed toward another fishing boat that had just entered the harbor and began shouting.
Sifa turned and gave Caven and Chik a meaningful look. Chik hoisted the crate onto his shoulder, and the three left the dock.
This time, Sifa once again chose the White Windmill Hotel as his lodging. When he pushed open the hotel's front door, he saw a middle-aged man with gray hair and beard flipping through account books at the