"You're talking about Mr. Lyle?"

Amelia nodded, "Yes, he is our Scholar at Moon Bloom, but for now, he is a brewer."

Upon hearing Miss Priest's words, Eber's face showed an incredible expression.

Could it be that Mr. Lyle is the type who silently supports from behind, unwilling to be discovered?

Nonsense!

This kind of person can't possibly exist!

Besides, Moon Bloom offering wine tasting is a gesture of goodwill from the Silver Guild, not something Lyle demanded.

Eber felt that he must have misunderstood something.

Damn it! Did I become a fool?

I even lost a platinum membership card from Dreamland!

"But... Mr. Lyle was originally the brewer of our Silver Guild."

Eber hesitated, "No, it's not accurate to say he is a brewer, he is our partner."

"Huh?"

Amelia's pupils contracted slightly.

She was trying to digest the words of this merchant with disbelief.

Brewing? No... partnership?

"Where did Mr. Lyle get the coins... to cooperate with you?"

"Cooperation doesn't necessarily require coins."

Eber pointed at his own head, "There are many wealthy people, but not all of them have brains, so I provide the money, and Mr. Lyle provides the ideas."

Hmm?

Why does this statement feel somewhat off?

Flo frowned, "Are you saying that he has exceptional brewing skills?"

"No, Wilson said his brewing skills are not impressive."

Eber said excitedly, "Exactly, that's why Mr. Lyle is a true treasure. He can produce the best wine with the simplest methods, which is an improvement in production techniques!"

Amelia's eyes were filled with astonishment.

Lyle never mentioned this, right?

Could it be that Lyle really has the potential to get rich and buy a new house, marry a bride just by the wine he makes?

Upon hearing her words, Eber shook his head, "Other guilds will replicate this craft after understanding the process and tools. After all, it's not very difficult."

"Of course, the initial profit is still terrifying."

Amelia roughly understood his meaning.

In other words, Lyle's ideas and methods were profitable at the beginning, but his actual brewing skills were not exceptional.

Amelia thought of a possibility, "Have you considered tearing things apart once you obtain Lyle's techniques?"

"Although I'm not very competent, I can read people well. Mr. Lyle actually doesn't have much interest in this wine thing. It's just a passing fancy for him. So, I'm willing to be friends with someone like him, Miss Amelia, please rest assured."

As long as he returns the platinum card to me.

Eber smiled.

It's not that he's short of money.

At his level, a platinum card is nothing. He can easily get it.

The main issue is that Lyle seems like a virgin.

That is a damn big problem!

The name engraved on that platinum card is Eber's!

If Lyle goes to spend money,

Those Lilis and Xiangxiangs, all calling out Eber's name in their mouths!!!

Damn it!

Dreamland's sharp critique of Mr. Eber: He can't even find his way inside.

Thinking of this, Eber felt like throwing up.

Flo half-smiled, "That's great, Amelia can relax now, after all, you're the one who cares the most about Lyle, right?"

"Everyone is happy, everyone is happy. Sia can find a new Scholar with peace of mind, and I won't have anyone nagging me about supervising my daily life. And you, you can bless your Lyle with peace of mind and live happily."Flo, who is not sure if she is one meter six tall, clapped her hands and said, "As for Lyle, let the elf invite him to have sugar water."

"Now everyone can feel comfortable!"

Amelia's face looked unnatural.

Now I'm even more worried.

Lyle came back defeated and frustrated, just the way I wanted him to be.

Amelia always felt that Lyle cared about her.

This was not an illusion.

Sometimes when she made a mistake or made a slightly unreasonable request, he would speak softly and gently to Amelia.

When he couldn't sleep at night and woke him up tired after finally getting some rest, he would smile helplessly and say something Amelia couldn't understand, then keep her company and chat.

There were some things that even Amelia didn't expect, but he would take care of them perfectly. At most, he would quietly complain about the stupid Priest, fearing that someone might hear.

Amelia could sense a hint of his vulnerability.

...

...

The starry sky of Eofer seemed endless.

Like diamonds set on black velvet, soft and beautiful.

Lyle couldn't calm down. He turned off the crystal lamp, pulled out a chair, and sat in the yard, deep in thought.

Today, seeing Sia again, she was still the same.

It was unclear whether Lyle was the only one taking this journey seriously.

Because fundamentally, she thought Lyle was an incompetent Scholar.

Other life skills were irrelevant.

Sia came to Eofer for Ishegard.

But the one thing that broke through Lyle's defenses,

It wasn't about emotions or exploitation or denial.

The person who pulled him up from the ground was Sia.

The only person who recognized him was now someone who would easily deny this journey.

Perhaps it was compassion playing tricks.

These things were hard to say.

But strictly speaking, Lyle had to thank Sia.

At least when Sia helped him up, she genuinely hoped that this poor Scholar could realize his dream.

They just couldn't withstand the test.

At least from now on, Lyle would no longer pour his heart out to others.

"I didn't think it was good with him either."

"He was just a normal teammate."

"He chose it himself."

But there were times when Sia used her body to shield him from the aftermath of gravel and called him Scholar-dono with great ease.

Perhaps the real Sia had long been left in the underground dungeons of early Ishegard.

Now Moon Bloom was the future myth candidate, and Sia, the captain, had the potential to become a top-notch Swordsmaster and ascend to the level of Sword Saint.

Some records say that Ishegard's one hundred levels were also a starry sky.

To see that starry sky was to become the ruler of Ishegard, the new king of Eofer.

Sia always yearned for the next level,

But Lyle felt that every level of Ishegard was actually very wonderful.

He sat on a small stool, staring at the night sky of Eofer without blinking.

He thought of many things from the past, some memories were blurry, while others remained vivid.

Instead of continuing to see each other as enemies and becoming enemies in the end,

It would be better to cut off ties with one stroke.

At least this way, they could still keep a bit of the bonds from their journey and the friendship of their companions.