In the afternoon, after Hexia had prepared a new batch of ingredients, she handed them over to Huale for concoction.
"There isn't much left after this batch is finished," said Huale casually, putting the beverage on a tray for Hexia.
Hexia carried this round of drinks to the guests, and this time something slightly changed.
"Are you new here?" asked the customer, who looked to be in his thirties, dressed in a dark grey suit. Thin green lines and text flashed continuously across the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, seemingly analyzing something.
"Yes," Hexia replied, holding the plate in front of her.
"Interesting, you study the Withering Sequence, don't you? That's quite rare."
"I have a question for you."
"Please, go ahead."
