Chapter 810
The room, furnished with a large bed and dining tables, was so spacious that even after an additional table had been brought in and joined, there was still plenty of room left.
It was the largest and most expensive room in the inn.
"It’s an honor. To think Sir Philip spoke so highly of me, heh. I got to buy him a drink next time I see him," said Miguel.
"The honor’s mine as well, Priest. I didn’t expect you to know anything about me."
As Elia and Miguel exchanged greetings, Ian, seated in a chair with the window at his back, leisurely scanned the room.
"Well, to be honest, I only found out recently. As you know, everyone tends to keep their mouths shut. Especially him."
"Of course, I understand. I’m not offended at all, so don’t worry. You can treat me comfortably too. You’re my godfather’s friend, after all."
The room was plain and somewhat dim, even with candles lit before sunset, but it was impeccably clean, without a speck of dust or any foul smell.
Of course, Ian had no doubt that his goddaughter had used her magic touch to prepare everything. The other rooms she had reserved were likely just as spotless.