Jasmine brought Elvius to the courtyard at the main gate.
It was called a courtyard, but in reality, it was just a patch of flat ground that had been cleared in the last few days.
The soil foundation had been tamped down firmly, intending to be used later to dry various types of crops when the harvest season arrived.
Here, a simple thatched shed had been erected to provide shelter from the sun and rain, and the wind blew through coolly and refreshingly.
Inside the thatched shed, there were already tables and chairs that the butler had prepared in advance.
On the table, sliced black bread was displayed, along with wild fruits that were still green, gathered from outside when the guards were training two days ago.
These dishes were meager, but they were arranged neatly and cleanly.
After sitting down, the butler poured a cup of warm water for each of the two people.
Steam rose gently.
As for tea, there was none; Jasmine also could not afford to buy it.
