Originally, these trivial matters didn't require Ethan to handle them personally, but...
For the candidates, it was a good test.
At least, that's what Wilson thought.
The stench of the greenhouse didn't have much impact on Ethan; the wind element also served as an air purifier. When he walked in, the smell around him had already dissipated. He saw the little girl he encountered at the inn this morning from a distance. She was surrounded by a group of children, smiling as she shared her stories with them.
A golden bird that could cook, with soft and warm feathers, reminded her of the feeling of holding her mother's hand when she was young.
She also tasted a meal she'd never seen before.
Toasted bread with meat and vegetables, crispy long strips of fried potatoes, and thin pancakes filled with abundant ingredients, like the kind of food that only appears in fairy tales.
