Entering the restaurant wasn’t only Carson Flores; the middle-aged man who had kept to himself also chose to enter.
Carson Flores exchanged a glance with the man, nodded as a greeting, but the man gave no response and headed straight into the dining hall.
The dining hall was large, filled with nurous guests. To Carson Flores’s surprise, most of them appeared fatigued and weak, with many bearing fresh, bleeding wounds.
Several individuals were devouring the dishes they had purchased, while others had set down their chopsticks, sitting cross-legged with eyes closed, seemingly seizing the mont for cultivation practice to heal their wounds.
There were still quite a few empty seats in the dining hall, but Carson Flores scanned around and walked toward a weary-looking middle-aged man.
The man sat alone at a corner table, his robe had several tears and dried bloodstains could be seen, looking weatherworn and quite old. He was frowning, full of worries, with closed eyes, silent.
Carson Flores approached the man and smiled, "Fellow, may I share the table with you?"
The man opened his eyes, glanced quickly at the almost brand-new robe, and frowned, "New here, looking for information?"
Carson Flores admitted candidly, "Judging by your appearance, you must have lived here for quite so ti. I’m new, and I want to learn a bit. Rest assured, your ti won’t be wasted for nothing."
Carson Flores took out a small porcelain bottle and handed it to the man, "I can see that you’re suffering from blood loss and many internal injuries. This is a Blood Coagulation Pill, and it can help treat your internal wounds and restore your condition."
The man’s eyes lit up slightly, reached for the bottle, inspected it, and then put it away, "Ask away."
Carson Flores gestured at the surroundings with his chin, "This is a restaurant, why are most people eating here injured? They should go to a dical hall instead, is there a dical hall here?"
The man answered straightforwardly, "In the Suffering Pray Sea, what’s most needed is elixirs. The consumption of healing and restorative elixirs is incredibly high. Though so marine-produced herbs exist in the Suffering Pray Sea, they aren’t enough to fabricate elixirs."
"These people have exhausted their elixirs, been eroded by Spiritual Energy tides for a long ti, and even directly injured by violent tides. Without healing dicines, they co here for dicinal food, a lower-cost thod to barely hang on to life."
Carson Flores asked in surprise, "Does the restaurant sell dicinal food?"
The man replied, "Yes, it’s specifically effective for recovery from injuries caused by Spiritual Energy tides. Its effects aren’t as good as certain elixirs, but given the lower cost, it’s a preferred choice for many impoverished individuals. They consu the dicinal food, regain so strength, continue enduring, dive into the sea to collect clam pearls or other valuable items, sell them to buy more dicinal food or elixirs. In short, it’s all about enduring—those who can’t hold on will die."
"Those exiled here bring as many elixirs and Spirit Stones as possible, of course, depending on the sentence duration. For petty cris lasting one or two years, with decent strength and willpower, a person might endure. But for prolonged sentences, if one’s strength is formidable, it’s not an issue. If their strength isn’t high and the sentence is too long, they likely won’t survive."
Carson Flores asked, "Fifty thousand Spirit Stones per serving, is that considered cheap?"
The man sighed, "Outside, it wouldn’t be expensive, but here in the Suffering Pray Sea, there’s no land, only vast sea. While there are herbs in the sea, gathering them is challenging, and their types are few, certainly insufficient for alchemy."
While they were talking, their als were served. Carson Flores glanced down to see a bowl of at, a portion of seaweed-like vegetables, and a bowl of soup with a rather strong dicinal aroma.
"Ti is limited, let’s eat!"
The man picked up his chopsticks and began devouring the food ravenously. Seeing this, Carson Flores paused his inquiries and picked up his chopsticks to eat.
Being an Alchemist and knowledgeable in dical practice himself, Carson Flores tasted the dishes and confird that all three were dicinal foods. Whether the stew or the seaweed, each had dicinal effects, but the most effective was the soup, whose ingredients were unrecognizable, containing a strong dicinal aroma; Carson Flores could discern two of them, but there were also so he couldn’t distinguish.
Not being injured and fully energized, Carson Flores naturally didn’t need to eat or drink, given the taste wasn’t exactly gourt. He nudged the dish toward the man and placed the soup bowl in front of him.
"I’ve just arrived, not hungry. Drink this soup for , don’t let it go to waste."
The man hesitated slightly, then lifted his head, "How long are you staying?"
"One year."
The man nodded slowly, "Then it’s not long. No matter how difficult, just persevere and it’ll be over."
Carson Flores nodded, nudging the soup bowl slightly closer to the man.
The man glanced at the soup bowl, his voice suddenly deep and nasal, sowhat muffled.
"Thank you!"
Carson Flores pulled his hand back, diverted his gaze, avoiding watching the man continue to eat ravenously.
All he needed was soone who could answer questions, whether it was inside or outside the restaurant.
What about the Spiritual Energy tides outside?
Carson Flores had plenty of thods, more than one...
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