Every summer at Heaven Port forgets the gloom of the entire world. The clusters of red tile eaves are strung with cords, and under the drying shirts and sheets, the cobblestone staircases of asymmetrical streets rise and fall, becoming sunlit bright corridors.
All the withered potted plants revive in glass windows, the foamy emerald waves dissolve salt grains, stirring up a fresh salty sea breeze.
The midsummer of the East Sea has turned all its metaphors into mirages on the brick roads, reproducing countless afternoons.
"Damn, it’s scorching!"
Every summer, Rein cut his fur into a scruffy wild mess, his muscles bulging intensely. His beastly eyes were fierce, and he walked shirtless wearing only lantern pants, with hands in pockets, Arm Armor reflecting a bright silver glow. He quickly sought the shade.
"I’ve already said I’m withdrawing, don’t come to find me unless there’s no choice, and even then, don’t come."
Wolman was quite accustomed to the climate of the East Sea. Compared to the unchanging humidity of Monges, this place felt like heaven. Sitting dazed on the steps, he stared dumbly at the sea through the outer city’s direction.
"Glasses insisted on coming, saying it’s our last gathering, and he’s treating us anyway."
Rein scratched his ear, planning to disband after this meal. In the Inner City, there’s a Furry Brothel; maybe he could become a manager or something.
"Let me give you some advice. If you still want to hang around Heaven Port, speak less nonsense. Fen is a person with deep scheming; it’s best not to offend him face-to-face. Don’t you like to read newspapers? That’s Pedan’s exiled political dissident."
Wolman didn’t plan to go.
"This made me laugh. What’s so great about a political dissident? Society works : those offering benefits and can offer benefits naturally get good treatment. Those not offering benefits won’t receive any. If I don’t kill him, he’s lucky. Why bother showing a good face unless you’re a true fool? If he could make me a hundred golden dragons, I could break for years; even calling him General Fen, no, calling him ’dad’ would be fine."
Rein wasn’t really interested, pointing at Wolman and laughing out loud, while mimicking cats in a meme, creating a stereo effect. It was a personal laugh.
Wolman had a tactical black face; Rein surely learned true things from Liszt.
"I seriously give up. I’ve only been here two months; my ties aren’t that deep. If you want to go, then go. Don’t come to find me again."
Wolman just wanted to distance himself from these pirates. What good would it do to achieve more in life here? Ultimately, one becomes the miner of that castle lord. Narrow Sea is a place of flourishing commerce, not for someone with major cases burdened. The flow never ceases; here, exiles forget and die, boring.
"You’ve spoken this much; you don’t consider us friends, and I have nothing more to say. I’m leaving."
Upon saying this, Rein acted foolishly like playing a stealth game, walking sideways along the shade of eaves, sticking tightly to the walls by pressing E. Passers-by all had tactical black faces, wondering if there was really a need to stay so cool.
Soon, he disappeared.
Leaving only Wolman in a daze, preparing to find another store run by Aran, to extort some money.
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In an Ancient Reg Restaurant where solo dining costs around 40 copper coins, considering that Boss monopolizes transportation as the biggest supplier, costs are a bit higher, but the grade is decent enough. The taste is worth more than its price; it’s a hit in the Inner City.
It’s the peak meal time with business booming.
"Sorry, this shop is already full. You may sit outside for a while; there are free snacks..."
Before the female receptionist could finish.
Shadi took off his silver goggles, hung them on the pocket of his riveted leather jacket, and rudely pushed the woman aside.
Fen and Mika had gotten used to this energetic fellow’s antics.
They found a spot near the panoramic window with an unlucky group that had drinks but no dishes served yet.
Chewing betel nut, Shadi spat out red betel nut juice with a splash.
Dishes and bowls crashed to the floor, shattered into pieces, with glass shards flying everywhere.
One stood up ready to face them with a knife, but the words tied to Aunt didn’t come out.
Yet the leader among them held him back, "Maybe this brother is having a bad day, enjoy your meal."
Being very sensible, the leader knew that face was the most useless thing in the East Sea; yield when strong, block when weak, simple logic. He recognized them; Taylor valued their leader, plus this Dark Elf—killing some people harshly on the island these past two years. Due to ominous signs, even became a psycho. If this isn’t about core interests, such a minor matter isn’t worth it.
But the one with the knife was still unwilling, forcibly dragged away by the leader, conceding defeat.
"Come tidy this mess up and order."
Shadi sat arrogantly, crossing his legs almost sky-high, gesturing to the waitress.
"We could actually choose another place."
Fen didn’t much enjoy being the center of attention.
"Didn’t we agree with Rein to meet here? Otherwise, that dumb dog gets lost."
Shadi had no intention of foolishly waiting outside for Rein to arrive, only to change the place.
Mika was speechless, thinking he should’ve been so bold yesterday; but it’s alright, Liszt’s Dream Sauna card could come in handy.
Seeing the pitiful waitress cleaning shattered glass and wiping the floor, Fen felt embarrassed and took out two silver coins as a tip for her, hence creating instant brightness in her eyes.