A Man Like None Other

“Excuse me, miss. My employer wishes to invite you to join us on our voyage,” a cultivator who looked like a servant came over and said to Quinley out of the blue..

“Your employer?”

Quinley was slightly startled. “Yes. Mr. Zupakie would like to invite you to sail the Night Sea together,” the servant elaborated, pointing to someone a stone’s throw away.

Quinley glanced in the direction he was pointing, only to see a man dressed in a white shirt waving at her with a smile, looking very much gentlemanly.

She was just about to decline when she noticed Jared throwing her a look. Promptly grasping his intention, she replied smilingly, “After you, then.”

The servant nodded and led her over while Jared and Cloud followed a short distance away. At the sight of Quinley approaching, the man immediately straightened his clothes. All smiles, he then started, “I hope you don’t mind that I took the liberty to invite you to join me, miss. I’m Zordey Zupakie. You can call me Zordey. And you are?”

“I’m Quinley Tall,” Quinley replied honestly.

elegant name! I wonder who you came with to the Night Sea. Also,

I would’ve liked to voyage with you, but we didn’t manage to buy tickets,

Zordey instantly countered with a chuckle, “What’s the big deal about having no tickets? Just wait a

threw his servant a look. The servant then strode toward the crowd queuing to board the

before yanking out a cultivator

tickets bore no name and could be snatched away, doing so publicly at

would not have

ticket away openly in

it away? I’m buying it from

and tossed them onto the ground. Then, he

further. With inferior capabilities and no family to back him up, a

the servant grew even more arrogant. He again swept his gaze through