Amaziah was a white-haired old man, the weathered corners of his eyes filled with stories of his youth. Now, he was simply an ordinary village chief spending his old age in Vimara Village.
Faced with Amaziah's question, Yucheng did not put on airs as the Inazuma Regent. Instead, he said gently:
"Hello, Chief. We're from Inazuma and only reached Sumeru after a long journey. Unfortunately, in the waters near Vimara Village, our ship struck a reef that tore a large hole in its hull. We had no choice but to stop at Vimara Village temporarily for repairs. Since we're passing through your lovely village, could we stay for a few days?"
Amaziah glanced at the ship they had arrived on. Sure enough, a large hole had been torn in its side, and it certainly could not sail any farther. Still, a question surfaced in his mind. Hadn't all the reefs in the nearby waterways been cleared away? He hadn't heard of any merchant ships striking reefs recently, either.
But with the facts right before his eyes, Amaziah could hardly doubt them. Then he glanced at the dozens of people behind Yucheng, and a troubled expression involuntarily appeared on his face.
Seeing his troubled expression, Yucheng thought he suspected them of having ill intentions. After all, so many people had suddenly arrived in a little village with only a handful of households, and all of them were foreigners. Even Yucheng himself thought it seemed somewhat unusual.
Yucheng hurriedly explained, "Chief, is there some difficulty? Please rest assured, we're not bad people. We can pay. All we ask is somewhere for the fellows behind me to rest and eat."
Amaziah said, "Dear guests, this isn't a matter of money, nor am I worried that you're bad people. Vimara Village has no treasures