The smell of fish, both living, dead, and salted, drilled into their nose.
The shop owners were busy moving large carts of fish across the area while the customers browsed through the ones on display.
Oliver's mouth watered slightly.
The fresh sardine, mackerel, and tuna were beckoning him closer, asking to be bought and fried.
Just the thought made his mouth water.
'Now that I think about it, how long has it been since I ate a good fish fry?' Oliver asked himself.
Since he returned, he was focused on all kinds of things except things he enjoyed, for example food.
While he did eat a lot of chicken, beef, and mana beast meat, he didn't dive into the culinary delicacies of the sea.
'What an unfortunate time to have my mouth water?' Oliver said in dismay.
If it were any other situation, he would have bought some.
"Are you sure?" Achara's words snapped him out.
"Yes."
"But there's nothing here."
Achara looked around in confusion.
"That's correct," Oliver muttered.
