"Lathel?!" Harris was startled. He did not recognise that voice as Lathel's because he had not seen him much.
But he could see Lathel's figure standing still in the dust.
Alec was different; he frowned while mentally cursing: 'Tch! He used this method to attract others' attention; next time I will also appear like him.'
When the dust slowly dispersed, Lathel stood still. The ground under his feet had shattered and transformed into a hole.
Farmyrth frowned when she saw Lathel, but then she smiled with excitement: "Interesting... it seems... there's something more interesting for me to see today."
"Alcohol!"
Hearing Farmyrth's order, the middle-aged man standing next to her quickly took out a jar of yellow wine and a glass.
His actions of pouring wine were like those of a professional waiter: elegant and luxurious, without any unnecessary movements.
