Lansendel immediately understood that if he was genuinely interested in the World of Quince, he could start by asking these foreign elves.
As long as they were adventurers, they wouldn't be unwilling to exchange their external knowledge for money.
He chuckled joyfully a few times, "I don't know why, but I always feel that world suits me."
He patted his wings and asked Hill with a tilt of his head, "Can I buy those gemstones from you?"
Lansendel proudly lifted his tail feathers, "I can trade them for my feathers!"
Hill smiled, "Of course, the feathers of a Sun Peacock, an incarnation of the Lord of Dawn, are always the most popular."
Proudly, Lansendel dropped a few tail feathers and collected the gemstones on the table, "Then I'll let the nearby followers post the task, shall I?"
He strutted to the terrace, looking at the sun in the sky, "If it really proves useful to me, I should think about how to get Coron to agree to let me use his Star Gate.
