"The items Junior Brother Carl refines are all currently sold by me; it's a major source of my income."
"Why use the word 'steal'?" Alesya shrugged. "I just wanted to get to know Carl. As a qualified merchant, one must always remember to expand their clientele."
"Alright!" Hibell pursed her lips and extended an invitation, "Carl, would you like to have breakfast together?"
"No, thanks." Carl lifted the bamboo basket in his hand. "I've made my own."
"You two chat, I'm going back."
Saying so, he nodded towards the two women and returned to his house.
"TSK, TSK..." Watching Carl's retreating figure, who didn't look back once, Alesya couldn't help but shake her head and click her tongue. "Your Junior Brother has quite a cold personality!"
"Yes."
Hibell rubbed her dry eyes, muttering, "I have to book an appointment days in advance if I want to get into his bed."
"Really?"
