An hour passed, but Trevain still had a dejected look on his face.
Ning didn't want to stick his nose in another person's business, but this young man was bringing down the atmosphere, so he wanted to know why he was being so down.
He walked next to Trevain on the deck and sat beside him.
"How long do we have?" he asked him.
"Hm? Oh, I think 3 more hours," Trevain replied. "Mooncrest city is quite far away from Ranadar."
"I see," Ning looked out into the ocean. "You are quite rich in Ranadar city. How did you get so rich at such a young age? Are your parents rich?"
"Yes, very," Trevain said with a sigh. "But, no. I didn't have my father's help in this. I ran away from my house 5 years ago, so I had no help at all."
"To tell the truth, I got lucky really with how I got rich."
"Oh, do tell," Ning said.
