Everything in the desert was coated in gray, including the inn. Dust seeped through every crack and blew into the rooms.
If the food and wine brought out were eaten even a little slowly, they would soon be covered in fine sand.
Tang Yuanlou stared blankly at the meal before him, already covered in dust and sand, and let out a dejected sigh. This assignment in the field did not seem as wonderful as he had imagined.
Wen Qingkong, on the other hand, ate without a care.
When he had first crossed over and been reborn in this body, he had lived on thin gruel. Compared to those days, his current life was undoubtedly far better.
A little sand was nothing.
Behind the battered counter, Jin Xiangyu flipped through her account book while keeping a watchful eye on Wen Qingkong's table from the corner of her eye.
Heizi said quietly, "Boss, those two don't look like master and servant."
"Oh?"
"Look, Boss. That young master doesn't seem the least unwilling to eat food mixed with sand, while that servant can barely swallow it."
"I can tell that young master has suffered hardship before."
"What kind of master has suffered hardship while his servant hasn't?"
Heizi spoke in a low voice.
Jin Xiangyu revealed a seductive, enchanting smile and gave a soft snort. "Maybe the servant was hired after his master made his fortune."
"Forget those two. Keep a close eye on those people instead. Don't let them smash up my inn."
Jin Xiangyu's gaze swept toward a group of guests seated in the southern half of the hall. They were simply and plainly dressed, looking like weary merchants traveling the roads, but among the luggage beside them were quite a few long objects.
Those were clearly wrapped weapons. These people