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"Didn't you keep following them?"
The young man with brown curls concentrated on piping decorations onto the cream cake in front of him, taking a moment to ask the young man with Southern Continent features who had just entered the kitchen:
"Your powers are well suited to observing people in secret."
The Southern Continent youth shook his head. Then he took off his coat, put on an apron, thick baking mitts, and a mask, and naturally went to open the oven and take out the freshly baked milk cookies. His voice came out muffled behind his mask:
"Too dangerous. Those were two demigods."
"...If the intelligence is accurate, Emlyn White should end up making an enemy of the Church of the Storm. The question is whether he'll target Redar Valentin or the entire Church."
He was usually a man of few words. Only when it concerned his missions or his faith did he have more to say.
Bang!
He set two trays of piping-hot, freshly baked cookies aside to cool for a while. Later, according to the orders, they would be brushed with cream or chocolate sauce and sprinkled with those pretty little pink sugar beads.
Packed twenty to a pretty tin, they could sell for two to three soli.
Even undecorated ones sold loose could fetch a penny each. The former were a treat for the middle class, the latter an occasional luxury for common people.
He deftly began cracking eggs, separating the yolks and whites into different containers, then adding sugar to the whites in batches and whipping them to make fresh cream. Meanwhile, the curly-haired cake shop assistant finished piping pink borders onto the white cream cake and picked up a spatula to add some colored frosting to its front. Seeing their earnest expressions, no one