"Luck is also part of strength," Mr. Burn said jovially with a soft "Gulu~" as he took a slow sip from the wine gourd.
Ethan, amused, took back the gourd and hung it by his waist. "Eh… you're such a cheapskate."
"If Mr. Burn wants more, I've got a big tank full at my place. I can fill a few jars after I finish fishing. If you can't wait, just give me your address and I'll send some tomorrow."
Mr. Burn's eyes twinkled with delight. "A big tank? So much, huh?"
"You go ahead and fish. I have nothing pressing today, so I'll just wait here," Mr. Burn replied.
Shaking his head, Ethan thought the old man was simply a lover of good wine—an authentic enthusiast, perhaps no more, no less.
No ill intent clouded Mr. Burn's presence, just simple appreciation.
After a while, Ethan caught three more Azurefin Carp, still five short of completing his task.
"I see you only keep carp and release all other fish. Is there a reason?" Mr. Burn inquired, curiosity softening his voice.
