He looked at his right hand, which had always been hidden under the wide, jet-black sleeve. It had an abnormal white color and only half of his palm was left, which was strange and weird. He sits under the high counter, rarely speaks, and rarely leaves the counter.
The waiter in the store only said that the owner had a hidden problem in his right hand, so he didn't ask any more questions. Such an inn was obviously different. The inns in the current conference city were full, and there were not many people here. He also liked peace and quiet.
No one knew that he was waiting for someone, and sometimes he wasn't sure if he was waiting for someone. He forgot about waiting, but every time he finished calculating a page, he looked up at the sky, and the clouds were rolling and relaxing, just like the person frowning, that person, haha... He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, looking at the weather outside, the sky was clear, and that person must be in a good mood.
There was a crackling outside the door! The gongs and drums were noisy, and the waiter in the store happily told several out-of-town guests that this was a sacrifice to the Dragon King. He couldn't help but talk about how rich the sacrifices were, and how beautiful the woman being priested was.