"I don't know."
Adrian Desmond frowned and looked at Kiya, asking, "Not a single clue?"
"None!"
Kiya fiddled with the tea set in front of him. He had recently become interested in the tea ceremony from Orienta and had been learning it from a master at a farm.
The master said he had potential and now brewed tea very well.
"Try this iron goddess tea. How does it taste?"
Adrian Desmond smoked a cigarette, blowing a smoke ring. Seeing Kiya living such a comfortable life, the more he looked, the more displeased he felt.
Why is it that he and the businessmen of Abyanabad are living in misery, while their Sultan is living so well?
"I'm not in as good a mood as the Sultan."
Kiya glanced at Adrian Desmond and said with a smile, "Over the years, you've earned quite a lot of money. How does earning a little less hurt?"
"..."
"This place is beautiful, picturesque. Why don't you bring your wife over to live for a while?"
