Why Does It Look Nothing Like A Roast Goose?
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Habeng's story was short and plain, but made the listeners feel sympathy.
"It's a sad story," Mag said softly after a while.
Habeng nodded. "Yes. I haven't seen Marcus in the Stone tribe for many years. I never thought he would attack our gold mines. This time, my brother and he might settle it once and for all," he said with a mixture of feelings. He had always followed his brother and Marcus around when he was young. Marcus had been like a big brother to him. Now, because of the conflicts and Grace's death, they had become enemies.
"Anyway, they'll settle it sooner or later. I knew one of them would die when Grace was killed." Habeng picked up his spoon again and ate some fried rice. Then, he said not a single word more.
"Mag, may I have the check?" Conti asked as he smiled at Mag.
Mag nodded, smiling. "Sure. You've eaten three roujiamos. That is nine gold coins. I'll take it out of your receipt."