Even simple gossip or small bits of information about the Verhens were in high demand, as long as the source was trustworthy.
This put two members of the Mermaid Reef's staff under the spotlight: the concierge and the valet of the dock.
The former had too much professional pride and cared too much about the hotel's reputation to let anything slip aside from a few passing comments. The latter, instead, greatly enjoyed the fame and fortune that came with his position.
People competed to offer him drinks and food after work hours. It made him proud, arrogant, and, most of all, it made him keep his cars open.
Tista and Rena had just returned to the Mermaid Reef with their gondola and were commenting on the events of the past days like they always did.
"Man, Vinea sure is a beautiful city, but sure it's full of idiots." Rena sighed. "I'm glad we are leaving tomorrow. I'm sick and tired of noble 'casually' bumping into us while we tour the canals." freёwebnoѵel.com
"Idiots? Nice way to use an understatement. Tista scoffed as she handed the token to the valet. "Aside from Kami, attacking Mom is the most brain-dead thing anyone can do. If someone so much as touches one of her hair, there is nothing Lith wouldn't do to get revenge."
"Why just Mom? What about us?" Rena asked in indignance.
"Please, we can defend ourselves. I'm a Divine Beast and you can nag even me into oblivion." Tista replied.
"I don't nag, you ungrateful brat!"
"See? Nag, nag, nag." Tista rolled her eyes. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you are a spinster."
"Young lady, you're in for such a spanking!" Rena chased after her sister who laughed all the way up to the restaurant floor.
'Huh, so Supreme Magus Verhen cares about his mother the most. The valet thought. "This information should be worth a few coins, if I play my cards well.'
***
Grand Duchy of Essagor, Vastor Household, at the same time.
After a long and tiring day at the White Griffon Academy, Zogar Vastor was happy to enjoy a nice meal with his family.
"I must say, Zin, your cooking is always the best." He said. "No offense to our chefs but I have yet to find someone who can prepare a simple soup with such a rich taste!
"Please, Zogar, it's nothing much." She giggled.
It actually wasn't. Zinya spent hours practicing his favourite dishes and taking lessons from the chefs of the household. During the exam periods, Vastor spent little time at home and she loved to make it special.
"Tastes like soup to me. Filia grumbled, having no interest in delicate flavors and preferring more spicy food.
"Don't be ungrateful, young lady." Vastor grunted. "Your mother put a lot of effort into preparing this meal and spent part of her little free time cooking for us. Why grumble instead of appreciate each other's company?"
"I'm sorry, Dad." Filia noticed the Master's extended hand and she squeezed it. "Thanks for the food, Mom."
"You're welcome, sweetie." Zinya's heart melted seeing her daughter and husband be so close. "Don't worry about the soup. I've also prepared your favorite roasted Blinker, an entire bottle of hot sauce, and Uncle Lith sent us a lot of his fries."
"Gods, yes!" Filia cheered loudly as if a bloody war had just ended. "What about ice cream?"
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