Chapter 425 Patisserie

425 Patisserie

A middle-aged man with premature graying hair and brown eyes that sparkled with hope walked through the muddy cobblestoned streets of Bosky Neighborhood in Corvid Quarter.

He wore a simple white tunic that had become tattered at the edges from repeated use. Along with that, he wore plain trousers and shoes of the same color.

Around his shoulder, he hung a satchel that was stitched up from different colored fabrics. Clearly, it had been torn several times, yet the man used it nonetheless.

Although this middle-aged man wore old and torn clothing, his face was cleanly shaved and he looked neat and clean. His shoulders were broad and his back was straight, and he walked with confident footsteps.

If it weren't for the man's clothing, others would definitely feel that this man wasn't someone who belonged to the slums.

Rowan's brown eyes sparkled with anticipation as he made his way toward Dundee Harbor.

It's already been a week since I met Lord Constantine. I hope my findings will satisfy him!

Over the last week, Rowan had taken his job as an informant very seriously. He would go to places he would earlier never visit and look for anything that might catch his eyes.

He would even visit taverns and pubs several times every day, although he would never buy any drinks and food—he couldn't afford to, anyway.

The only reason he went to such places was so that he could gather information.

Today was the last day of the week and it was time for him to report to Adam. He was feeling nervous and excited at the same time.

He didn't know if the information he had collected would be up to the youth's liking. At the same time, he was thrilled about the prospect of earning 20 silvers every week.

When he thought about the remuneration that he would be receiving from Adam, he couldn't help but smile brightly.

I only need to work diligently and very soon... those bad days will be soon behind me!

Amidst the clamor of the dockworkers, Rowan slowly made his way toward the pier where he had last spoken to Adam.

A mix of small fishing boats and sailboats greeted his vision, their masts and sails swaying gently with the rhythm of the waves.

Thanks to her reputation and cooking skills, Linlin's Patisserie was one of the more popular places to visit in the city.

"Aunty Lin, you really didn't have to personally come and greet me," said Adam with a defeated expression. "I know just how busy you are."

"Oh, don't say that. You're going to hurt this poor old woman's feelings." Lin shook her head jokingly as she grabbed Adam by the arm and gently pulled him inside the building.

"You're Daneli's friend, are you not?" She spoke with a kind smile, "Then that means you're my friend as well."

Lin's deep, sparkling green eyes shone with warmth. They were framed by fine lines that crinkled when she smiled, speaking of a life filled with laughter and joy.

Her long and silver hair flowed down her back. They were interwoven with delicate braids, some adorned with tiny beads and bells that jingled melodiously when she moved.

She turned around and glanced at Rowan warmly, "And who is this friend of yours?"

Rowan was greatly taken aback when he saw no hint of disdain or ridicule in the old elf's eyes. Despite the ragged clothes he was wearing, Lin treated him no differently than she would any other customer.

"T-This humble one's name is Rowan, my lady." He pressed his hand against his chest and deeply bowed.

"Alright, humble one, follow me in," Lin chuckled as she led the pair to the second floor of the building.

After Lin had guided them to a window side table, she looked at Adam and smiled, "Alright, child, I'll have someone send a little of everything to your table in a few minutes. Don't forget to meet me before you leave. I'll pack something delicious for you to take away."

Adam smiled warmly, "I appreciate it, Aunty Lin."

"No problem!" With that said, she turned around and briskly made her way to the kitchen.

Adam turned his head and saw Rowan gazing at the old elf's departing back in a daze. Seeing this, he couldn't help but chuckle, "She's quite the bubbly one, isn't she?"

Rowan snapped out of his daze and nodded with a smile, "Yes, she... she's very kind."

"That she is." Adam nodded.

A few moments later, his expression turned solemn and he asked, "So have you found anything substantial in the past week?"