He called over a waiter and ordered all the restaurant's specialties.
Since there weren't many customers in the restaurant at the time, the food came quickly. Before long, more than ten dishes of various sizes covered the entire table, the largest of which was a basin of Mao Xue Wang.
The man eagerly scooped up several large pieces of pig's blood curd and began eating with relish, hissing between mouthfuls. "Hahaha, sorry, I'm just rather impatient. I've been eating pig's blood curd for days now, and I still find it delicious."
Edward had sampled plenty of snacks while exploring Damir Island with Audrey and wasn't hungry at the moment. He took a sip of iced sweet tea and asked, "Have you been in Bansy for many days?"
"About a week."
He ate another mouthful of pig's blood curd. "I'm a scholar with a keen interest in mysticism and lost history. When I heard that ancient ruins had appeared in Bansy Harbor, I came here specifically to take a look."
The man held out his hand with a smile. "I almost forgot to introduce myself. I'm Verdu, a scholar of history."
Edward shook his hand.
"Hello, my name is Emlyn."
Chapter 142: Bansy in the thick fog (an extra chapter for a donation)
Backlund, West Borough.
"Achoo! Achoo!"
Far away in Backlund, Emlyn suddenly sneezed several times in succession.
He found it rather strange. Even setting aside his identity as a Sanguine, his abilities as an Apothecary made it very difficult for him to catch a chill or a cold.
Emlyn put his hat back on, slipped on his coat, and looked at the man in the room, who had brown hair, red eyes, and a nose bridge so high it was almost deformed. "Your Excellency, I only wanted information about