I Thought You Don't Want Me Anymore...

"Are you sure you're here to learn how to brew rum?" Irina turned to look into the yard with a dangerous smile.

"Yes." Mag nodded with conviction. He came to look for an old male brewer in the middle of the night. Apart from learning how to brew alcohol, what else could he do?

"Very good. Then, I will watch you learn." Irina nodded and gestured at Mag to knock on the door.

What is she doing? Perhaps there's something unusual in this courtyard? Mag couldn't help feeling suspicious after seeing Irina's behavior. Following the secret signal given to him by the Gray Temple, he made three long, one short, two long, and one short knocks on the door.

"Haha, you even have a secret signal." Irina smirked coldly.

"Erm… It's an occupational hazard, occupational hazard. Actually, it's my first time here too." Mag smiled awkwardly as he had forgotten the details.