"Is this your first time in Noah?"
Just then, an old man wearing a top hat chuckled softly behind Delicious Breeze Goose and gently asked.
Delicious Breeze Goose arched an eyebrow, set down the wooden box in his hand, and politely bowed to the old man, "Yes, sir. Have I offended in some way?"
After all, this was the Royal Capital.
Who knew whether this elderly gentleman was some big shot out for a stroll...
"You must be curious about this donation box," the old man said casually as he deftly tossed a silver coin into it.
He then picked up a newspaper beside it and, while carefully flipping through it, offhandedly replied, "This is a custom in Noah. After all, the Silver Baron is the god of trade, and He usually stays in Noah. This is right under His watchful eye.
