Ethan's voice suddenly came through.
He walked with mysterious steps, fast as a gust of wind.
When Lindong came back to her senses, he had already picked up a dark green fruit and tossed it into his mouth.
Wait a minute!
The cat on the table widened her eyes, reaching out her paw, but didn't have time to speak.
Since yesterday, Ethan has been behaving very strangely.
He mentioned that his research on wind element magic has been at a standstill. To better align emotionally with the wind element, he will try expressing different emotions.
Lindong always felt that Ethan was on the verge of obsession; his changes were not limited to emotions, even his walking carried a gust of wind.
Just like now, she felt a breeze, and Aelium's grown fruit was swallowed by him.
"This—!"
Ethan widened his eyes, "Are these caviars what you grew?"
The ship crew were drawn to his voice.
They heard there was caviar here, a delicacy only tasted by the nobility of the Empire court!
