A few minutes later, Zephyr and the rest reached a small house at the top of the hill. Unlike the rest of the buildings within the village, the house was entirely made of wood and stone blocks.
No nobles were living in the village, yet there was such a well-built house! Zephyr wondered who it was made for while slightly eyeing Moss standing next to him.
The young man was a little older and taller than Zephyr. He smiled, stepping towards the front door.
Taking out a metal key, he unlocked the front door's lock and invited the ladies in.
Zephyr smirked and walked into the house first, taking in everything inside with a detailed observation.
"Hmm…cleaner than I expected. It's livable." Zephyr said, looking at the central hall.
"Of course. I cleaned it personally."
Moss was quick to claim credit. He puffed out his chest with an air of self-importance.
Zephyr rolled his eyes.
