Stellaron Gremlin Baby was very simple and pure at heart: anyone who doted on Little Fish was a friend.
"Ah, speaking of which, Little Fish's guest room seemed like a really fancy one. How many extra Credits did you spend switching rooms? Let me transfer them to you!"
Stelle wore a friendly smile, seemingly already treating Aventurine as a teammate.
In the past, she would never have said anything like that, because she really had no money.
But things were different now. Little Fish's Factory was thriving more and more, to the point that even a Lord Ravager had gone there looking for work-Stelle wouldn't dare say she was fabulously wealthy now, but she certainly counted as rich.
Stelle's gesture briefly caught Aventurine off guard. Then he waved a hand.
"Forget it, my friend. Penacony is the genuine Land of Dreams. How many people across the galaxy would spend half their lives just to get an admission ticket to The Reverie?
"The Factory has made quite a bit of money, but it's still nothing compared to the company. This is a company-funded trip for me. I can expense it."
Stelle: "..." He talks strangely, but he's such an honest guy.
Aventurine raised an eyebrow at Stelle's reaction. He immediately realized that the gray-haired girl before him hadn't understood what he was implying.
With that, he formed a basic assessment of Stelle-ordinary guidance would do.
Aventurine sighed and continued, "My friend, I'll be frank. I have work to do, so I can't keep an eye on what's happening around that child at all times. I need your help.
"Penacony isn't as simple as it looks. The Family has eyes everywhere. And while Miss Robin is highly respected, she left her homeland long ago. Strictly speaking, she isn't part of the Family,