"A haunted hotel?"
The Priest, holding bread in both hands, fell into contemplation. "I seem to have some impression of it, let me think carefully..."
Aiwass, who had posed the question, sat quietly aside, drinking tea.
As the only priest in Eagle Cape Village, the Priest's family was quite wealthy. At least the quality of the tea he served to guests was pretty good. Although it wasn't as good as the tea Aiwass drank on Glass Island, it could still be considered a fine product.
The breakfast that the old Priest served to Aiwass and the others also tasted very good—with pork that had a bit of fat, tomatoes, sugar, beer, and butter stewed until tender, then ground into a meat sauce. And then sandwiched within bread... Even though it was yesterday's leftover bread, it had been reheated. The flour used for the bread wasn't very fine and couldn't be considered fluffy and sweet, but the reheated whole-grain toast still had a rich wheat fragrance.
