Ademisol looked sideways.

A handsome, fair-skinned man in his mid-thirties was sitting on a sofa chair on the next terrace, nodding at Ademisore with his goblet in his glass.

"Isn't this more beautiful scenery than the villas of Queens Beckland?" He grinned, revealing neat white teeth, and deep black eyes with a hint of narrowness.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but the whisper was blown by the wind

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