Bab 158: Alcohol with No Promises

Near a dock where there are surprisingly few people to none, the sun was descending. 

"Starting tomorrow, we are going to teach you our martial arts," Rea said while sitting on the edge of the dry wood plank while her bare toes touching the waves beneath from time to time.

The sky was yellowish and was slowly turning red. At the same time, the sea reflected, the north wind blew, and scarce clouds were hovering in the sky.

"Where?" Renir asked, beside Rea while his toes soaked in saltwater.

Splash* Splash*

Rea kicked the small waves before answering, "We have a lot of spaces in this city. If we want to, the neighboring cities can be our place to stay. Fellnigh is huge, after all." she then paused, "But I actually don't know yet, the planners will say it to Greg first. It's their job to figure it out."

"Oh..." Renir reacted.