Today was rarely not scorching sun; thick clouds covered the sun, very suitable for distilling liquor, and a light breeze blew past, blowing away a bit of the heat.
Standing close, Eric's forehead was already beaded with sweat. Just then, Arthur handed over a handkerchief, and he took it casually to wipe his sweat.
"Since when were you so fancy, carrying a handkerchief with you?" He wiped his sweat while feeling strange, looking at the handkerchief, unexpectedly realizing it was top-quality mermaid silk.
Having experienced the pumpkin soup incident with Evan, he immediately went on high alert. He walked a circle around Arthur; could this guy also have a spatial inventory? He wasn't carrying anything on him either.
Since there were many keen-eared and sharp-eyed tribesmen around, Eric swallowed the question in his heart.
He also didn't know how much Arthur had recovered. Judging by his recent performance, even if not fully recovered, he had at least recovered more than half.
