Ethan’s voice suddenly came through.
He walked with mysterious steps, fast as a gust of wind.
When Lindong came back to her senses, he had already picked up a dark green fruit and tossed it into his mouth.
The cat on the table widened her eyes, reaching out her paw, but didn’t have time to speak.
Since yesterday, Ethan has been behaving very strangely.
He mentioned that his research on wind element magic has been at a standstill. To better align emotionally with the wind element, he will try expressing different emotions.
Lindong always felt that Ethan was on the verge of obsession; his changes were not limited to emotions, even his walking carried a gust of wind.
Just like now, she felt a breeze, and Aelium’s grown fruit was swallowed by him.
Ethan widened his eyes, "Are these caviars what you grew?"
The ship crew were drawn to his voice.
They heard there was caviar here, a delicacy only tasted by the nobility of the Empire court!
"I heard there’s a caviar tasting event here."
The captain, carrying a bucket filled with bread, arrived uninvited, presenting his brilliant resume as a caviar taster, "Thirty years ago, when I was just a child, I tasted caviar once, then my father was the court’s designated helmsman."
His face was full of pride.
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The captain demonstrated the court-style dining method to the onlookers, meticulously arranging the plates and cutlery, as if setting up a magic ritual, solemnly placing the steaming toast flat on the plate, his eyes filled with holiness, as if treating a divine gift.
The sailors cast admiring glances.
Until a dazed figure entered everyone’s view.
Ave narrowed her eyes to a slit, and the golden hair on her head drooped listlessly. She pulled a chair and sat opposite the captain, driven by instinct, picked up the bread and began chewing alongside the dark green fruit.
"Why is everyone looking at me?"
The silence surrounding her prompted Ave to open one eye.
All the prepared praise words of the captain vanished in front of Ave.
At this moment, he saw an insurmountable gap.
He had remembered the taste from thirty years ago to this day, back then he was still an inexperienced youth.
He had decided to eloquently educate everyone on the rarity and deliciousness of caviar, like a gourmet.
However, Ave simply said one sentence, "A bit salty, does the ship have milk?"
This is the true gourmet!
The captain felt a critical hit.
While the captain and sailors were in a daze, Aelium jumped onto the head of one of the sailors, using their heads as stepping stones, he ran to the cabin, rolled up a bucket filled with milk with his tentacles, and bounced back to the dining table.
He poured milk into several cups.
Listening to Ave gulping down milk, he mimicked, wrapping bread with his tentacles, and together with the dark green fruit he bit into his mouth.
He loved the atmosphere on the ship.
"The fruit was grown by it."
As Lindong spoke, the light in the sailors’ eyes instantly engulfed Aelium.
He had a natural ability to perceive changes in human emotions, able to observe their feelings and inner thoughts even without words.
Humans liked him very much.
Aelium narrowed his eyes.
Turns out the mother’s worry was unnecessary. He left home to live in a foreign land alone, but fortunately encountered a group of very nice people.