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Niear Cia's gaze drifted toward the tea stall near the corner of the street. The morning air was faintly misty, carrying the soft fragrance of roasted tea leaves. Among the light crowd, he noticed a familiar face, the young lady from the Vuia family. Just yesterday, he had stopped by that same stall for a cup of tea.
"I've seen her here many times," he murmured under his breath. "The stall must belong to the Vuia family."
His attention shifted as he spotted Sakhil Yat, crouched beside one of the caravan wheels, tightening a loose bolt with a tired expression. Niear Cia walked toward him, his robe brushing lightly against the dusty ground, and sat down beside him.
Pointing ahead with his chin, he asked quietly, "Who is that young master sitting there?"
Sakhil Yat looked up, following his gaze. "That's the Vuia family's young master," he replied, wiping sweat from his brow.
"Oh?" Niear Cia raised a brow. "That young lady and this young master… are they siblings?"
"Yeah," Sakhil Yat confirmed.
"What are their names?"
"The young master's name is Lulan Vuia, and the lady is Kellian Vuia. Are you interested in them?"
Niear Cia chuckled faintly. "Just curious, that's all…"
But behind his calm smile, a spark of thought flashed through his mind.
If I become friends with him, I might gain plenty of benefits too.
Straightening his robe, Niear Cia stood and walked toward the tea stall where Lulan Vuia was sitting. He took a seat on a nearby bench, ordered a cup of tea, and quietly listened to their conversation.
"There are only two towns left," Lulan Vuia said with a hint of pride.
"No, young master," his guard corrected softly. "One of them was destroyed last year. Only one remains now."
"Oh?" Lulan Vuia tilted his head, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "Who destroyed it?"
As they spoke, Niear Cia received his tea from the waiter. Just as he lifted the cup, the waiter stumbled forward, his foot slipped, and the tray in his hands tilted. In the blink of an eye, the steaming tea spilled across the air, splashing over several bystanders. Most of it landed directly on Lulan Vuia's clothes, while Niear Cia himself caught only a few drops.
The crowd gasped in surprise.
The waiter fell face-first onto the ground, trembling with panic and shame. His hands shook as he tried to speak, but no words came out.
Only Niear Cia knew what had truly happened. The fall wasn't an accident. He had quietly released a mind-attacking technique — a faint pressure that disrupted the waiter's mind. It was an invisible push that no one could sense around him, hidden beneath a veil of energy. The poor man, an ordinary human without Dimen power, never had a chance to resist.
Lulan Vuia's face turned cold, his brows furrowed in annoyance. But before anyone could speak, Niear Cia stood up.
A soft breeze brushed through the marketplace as his long white robe fluttered lightly. His black hair shimmered faintly in the sunlight, catching the eyes of everyone nearby. For a brief moment, his calm expression and graceful posture made him look like a celestial angel descending from the heavens.
The surrounding crowd went silent.
Niear Cia walked forward and offered his hand to the fallen waiter. "It's my fault," he said with a bitterly small smile. "I should have taken the cup more carefully."
The waiter stared at him, stunned. The warmth of Niear Cia's presence seemed unreal — pure, kind, almost divine. The sun shone behind him, casting a golden halo over his form. Mountains loomed faintly in the distance, completing the picture like a painting.
With trembling hands, the waiter accepted the help. Niear Cia lifted him with effortless grace.
"I'm truly sorry," Niear Cia continued softly.
The waiter stammered, "N-no, young master, it was my fault!"
Their voices mingled awkwardly, drawing the attention of everyone in the stall.
"Our stall will compensate everyone's loss, young master," the waiter said nervously, bowing toward Lulan Vuia.
Niear Cia shook his head. "No, I should be the one to apologize. If I had taken the cup properly, this wouldn't have happened."
"No, please…"
"It's fine," Niear Cia interrupted with a gentle tone. Then he turned toward Lulan Vuia. "The one most affected is the young master behind me. His entire robe is soaked. I should at least compensate him properly."
He reached into his storage ring and took out a small piece of silk embroidered with faint spiritual patterns — a first-dimensional artifact, simple yet valuable. He extended it politely. "Please accept this hand cloth as compensation."
Lulan Vuia blinked in surprise. "No, no, that's not necessary. It's just bad luck."
But Niear Cia smiled and placed it in his hand. "Please, I insist. If you have any other request, I'll do my best to fulfill it."
"There's no need, truly," but when Niear Cia forced him, Lulan Vuia finally replied, "A cup of tea is enough."
Niear Cia signaled the waiter. "Then bring another cup of tea for the young master."
As the tea was served, both men smiled — politely, yet neither fully sincere.
Inside their minds, similar thoughts brewed.
If I make him my friend, I'll benefit greatly, Niear Cia thought. He's wealthy and influential, even stronger than me. If I don't show sincerity now, it might ruin future chances.
At the same time, Lulan Vuia was thinking, If I befriend him, I'll gain much. He's rich, and that artifact he gave me… it's better than mine. If I press too hard, it'll hurt our relationship.
The two exchanged polite smiles; both were thinking silently.
"Sigh, what should I say next…" Niear Cia muttered under his breath.
"Then how about joining us for a hunt?" Lulan Vuia suddenly suggested, his eyes glinting. "It'll be a good way to get acquainted."
Niear Cia hesitated, forcing a small smile. "Indeed, brother. I would be honored."
But inwardly, his heart tightened. Are they planning to hunt monsters… or me?
"When shall we go?" he asked carefully.
"At noon," Lulan replied.
Niear Cia nodded slowly, concealing the unease building in his chest.
As the sun rose higher, the air grew warmer, and the sound of the bustling marketplace faded behind him. I need to prepare for any unexpected moment, he thought grimly. Damn it! If I refuse, I'll offend the Vuia family and ruin my reputation. But if I accept… who knows what trap they've set.
When noon finally came, the group assembled at the southern edge of the caravan group. Lulan Vuia, Kellian Vuia, their guard, and two more attendants were ready. Niear Cia, however, found himself hesitating, his eyes flicking toward the distant of caravan group he was originally planning to return to the caravan group...