Once the night passed, they had their breakfast, packed everything, and boarded the carriages.
A few hours later, they reached the next town, and a screen appeared before Rion.
[Ding! Sign in at ?]
[Yes / No]
’Yes.’
[You have obtained the knowledge of an ether art: (Gale Force)!]
[Ding! Lucky spin is in effect!]
[Congratulations, you have obtained X10 Rewards!]
[You have obtained the knowledge of an ether art: (Cyclone’s Eye)!]
Ignoring the screen before him, he looked at the crowd outside and saw everyone preparing for the light festival.
The light festival was the anniversary of the royal family’s rule over the Bulorka Kingdom; thus, it was celebrated all over the kingdom, even though its main location was the capital.
They stopped at an inn, had a bath, lunch, and rest before they moved once again.
Before Rion had planned to stay for a few hours, but considering Dora’s health, he decided to reach the capital as fast as possible.
Similar to the previous day, they camped outside and began their journey the next morning.
After two days, they reached the next town.
[Ding! Sign in at ?]
[Yes / No]
’Yes.’
[You have obtained a passive skill (Nightvision)!]
[Ding! Lucky spin is in effect!]
[You have obtained no change!]
[The reward stays the sa]
Similar to the previous town, their party stopped at an inn, but this ti, instead of leaving the sa day, they decided to stay the night at Honries Town.
Because of the travel, Rion found out more about his system.
’All of the towns till now only had one sign-in location, which was about the whole town instead of specific locations like at the tribe... which ans the system has a thod using which it determines what locations I have to sign in at...’ Rion remarked in his head while walking through the streets of the market.
At the mont, his Zone was covering the whole of the market, and he was listening to every important thing that was being spoken, which was not a high number because of the festival and the academy trials.
Sighing, he stopped before a stall, and his gaze fell on a silver rose hairclip.
He walked closer to the stall, pointed at the clip, and asked, "How much is that?"
The young vendor looked at him, then at the clip and muttered with a wide smile, "My friend, this is pure silver shaped into eternal love itself. I wouldn’t insult such devotion with a fixed price. Tell what your heart thinks it’s worth."
Hearing him, Rion let out a chuckle.
His eyes were filled with the love that he held for Dora, and he said, "You ask an impossible question. The love I bear for my other half cannot be shaped into coins — so how could I ever place a price on the symbol of it?"
Seeing the passion in his eyes, the young vendor blinked a few tis before he picked up the silver rose hairclip and muttered, "Just give a silver coin."
Rion’s lips lifted upwards. "Do you think a silver is all the worth that my love has?"
The young vendor shook his head. "Nope. That’s not the worth of your love — it’s the worth of my living. I’m giving it to you not because you’re a headache, but because you remind that absolute love still exists..."
Rion’s smile widened, and he comnted softly, "If you continue making such decisions based on emotion, it won’t be long before you’ll have to beg for your living."
The young vendor burst out laughing and replied with a wide grin, "What is a man without morals?" He raised his fist before his mouth and opened it as he added, "Nothing!"
Shaking his head, Rion took the clip from his hand and mumbled, "Can you give sothing to wrap around it?"
"Ah, sure!" Turning around, the young vendor pulled out a green cloth.
He flickered it and turned towards Rion. "Here..."
But Rion was already gone.
The young vendor blinked, then bent down and picked up the five silver coins resting beside his coin box.
"Why though...?" he muttered.
Rion chuckled as he made his way back toward the inn, the market noise fading behind him as he slipped through the evening crowd.
"You said it yourself, didn’t you? A man is nothing without morals."
He reached the inn in a few monts and walked to His room.
He pushed open the wooden door, stepped inside, and his gaze fell on Dora sleeping in the bed beside which Zaelyane sat in a chair, reading a book.
Smiling, he walked over to Dora and softly gathered her hair before tying them together with the hair clip.
He stepped back, looked at the clip with a wide grin, and asked, "It looks good on her, doesn’t it?"
Zaelyane lowered her book, looked at him, then at Dora, and mumbled, "It does."
He folded his arms across his chest and muttered with a prideful expression, "Of course, it does. I was the one who got it for her after all."
She gave him a deadpan look and continued reading the book.
Rion lood over her head and asked, "What are you reading?"
A tired sigh escaped her lips as she answered without looking away from her book, "It is the newest edition of the herbal archives by the herbalist guild."
"Oh?" Leaning forward, he asked, "What does it have?"
"Information about everything new that they have discovered in the past five years. New herbs, new thods, new combinations, and so on."
Rion’s eyes sparkled. He moved his empty hand towards her and asked, "Can I have it for a mont?"
She slamd the book closed, placed it in his hand, and said flatly, "Give it to after an hour."
Then she stood up from the chair and walked out of the room.
Rion stared at the door for a mont and mumbled under his breath, "Why is she so mad when I only asked for a book?"
Shaking his head, he flipped the pages and imprinted everything in his head.
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