As the silence between them started to feel suffocating, Primrose opened her mouth again. "Where are you from, Sir?"
"Somewhere far."
Primrose frowned. This man was really cold. "Then … why did you choose to come all the way here? Isn't there any alcohol in your place that tastes as good as my father's?"
Edmund didn't answer right away.
For a moment, she thought maybe he just didn't want to talk to her at all.
She was about to say something else when she finally heard his voice. "Actually, I'm looking for someone who can create a special kind of alcohol for me and for my people."
The moment he said that, the first thought that popped into little Primrose's head was: 'Oh! I can help Father earn even more money!'
Without wasting a second, she immediately said, "Why don't you work with my father, then? He's the best distiller in the Vellmoria Empire! Even the Emperor praises his liquor!"
