Lein narrowed his eyes at Thurok. The old man was once again trying to inflate his own worth and exaggerate the favor he had just done.
Damn, this old guy really has no shame, Lein muttered inwardly.
Still, he couldn't refuse. Thurok hadn't even asked for his opinion before building the residence. That alone was proof of how cunning the old man was when it came to getting his way. He never gave others the chance to say no—always taking action first so the other party had no choice but to accept.
Lein sighed inwardly. I've got a lot to learn from this old man, he thought.
They soon reached a small pavilion beside a pond and took seats around a wooden table carved with fine details. The atmosphere around them was peaceful. The air was filled with the gentle fragrance of blooming flowers, and the soft sound of flowing water from the pond added to the serene vibe of the place.
