"Be patient, my lovely Elaine. After all, this is not home." The father in front was a little helpless and said a few words to comfort her.

"I don't care. It's really uncomfortable with so many people crowded together."

"Okay, okay. Dad will go discuss this with the store manager right away."

The father, with slightly gray hair on his temples, looked at his daughter with a doting look on his face and asked the housekeeper behind him to ask the maid in the store where the manager was.

After a while, a noble lady in a purple dress came down the stairs. She wore a black lace veil on her head and black silk gloves on her hands.

"Long time no see, Angus. How come you have become so rude?" The lady and the wealthy businessman seemed to be old acquaintances.

"What a surprise! I haven't seen you for a long time, Madam Filia. I didn't expect you to own this shop. I'm so sorry."

"Elian, come and say hello. This is Madam Filia, the once famous Cang Diva of the Continent. You've always admired her, and this time you finally get to meet her in person."

"Hello, Madam Filia." The girl in the blue dress lowered her head a little nervously, and saluted stiffly with her skirt lifted. However, her movements were not very standard, and she had completely lost the arrogance she had just now.

She never expected that she would meet the star she admired here today.

The title "Blue Songstress" is a renowned title throughout the continent. Historically, only the most exceptional songstresses have inherited it. They are honored guests of the royal families and aristocrats of various nations, and hold immense influence among both the common people and the upper class. Every concert is always packed, and tickets are incredibly hard to come by. It's said that at their peak, a ticket fetched 10 gold coins, and that was just for standing room only.

Although Mrs. Filia has retired for many years, she still has great reputation and influence in the circle.

The only one on the continent who can be compared with the Blue Songstress is the Scarlet Songstress. These two titles represent the highest honor in singing and performing arts in the world of Ivar.

Since Lady Filia retired, a new generation of Blue Songstresses has yet to emerge, as no new generation Songstress has yet to gain the unanimous approval of the public to earn the title.

"Mrs. Filia, can I learn singing from you?" The girl in the blue dress looked at the legendary figure in front of her with longing.

"Unfortunately, I no longer accept students. If you are interested in singing, there are actually many excellent singers in Hopeland who you can learn from."

The girl in the blue dress felt a little lost and turned her eyes to her father.

Angus patted his daughter's head and looked at Lady Filia.

"Could you please be flexible, Filia? We've known each other for a long time."

"You know my principles, Angus." The lady shook her head.

After that, the two talked for a while, and then the rich businessman brought his daughter to Loran Hill's table.

The other tables were basically full, either with some men or couples together. Only Loran Hill's table was alone, and it seemed a little quiet.

"Hello, can we sit at the same table?" the wealthy businessman asked politely.

"Okay." Loran Hill answered softly, his eyes hidden in the shadow of the hood, revealing only his delicate chin and silver hair.

Recalling the rejection from her idol just now, Elaine, the girl in the blue dress, felt a little depressed and ate her ice cream in big mouthfuls out of spite.

The father next to her touched her long hair lovingly and comforted his daughter.

The previous butler did not come in, but waited in the carriage outside the store.

After a while, Elaine caught a cold in her stomach from eating too much ice cream and went to the bathroom, leaving Loran Hill and the middle-aged wealthy businessman alone.

Loran Hill took small sips of the ice cream. It had a cool touch and melted in his mouth. A rich, sweet milky flavor filled his mouth.

"I really don't know where they got the milk." The girl couldn't help but feel a little curious and said in a low voice.

"It should be from the Gufia Grassland, but it should be made with dry milk powder. Fresh milk is too difficult to transport."

Angus heard the girl's question and explained casually.

"Isn't Gufia Grassland where orcs live?"

"Yes, they graze on the grasslands, which mainly produce fur, milk and meat, and use these to trade for daily necessities. If we can purchase goods from there and transport them to Vigar, we can make a small profit." Angus showed his businessman nature and said casually that this was not a secret, but there were some risks, and not many people did this business.

From the Gufia grasslands in the north to Wilga in the south, one has to pass through the West Wind Kingdom. However, the West Wind Kingdom is not very stable at present, with various uprisings and independence movements occurring frequently within the country.

Angus explained that business on this route has not been good in recent years.

Uprising? The girl couldn't help but think of the boy named Pullman. Forget it, I must have been overthinking it.

"Are you a merchant from Wilga? From what you say, I feel you are very familiar with me." The girl's pleasant voice came from under the hood.

"Yes, I used to be from the West Wind Kingdom. In order to survive, I went to work in Wilga in the south. I have made some money over the years."

Loran Hill's voice was very light and pleasant. Although Angus couldn't see her face clearly, he was still happy to answer some simple questions.

Then the two of them started talking. At first, Angus just thought that the girl in front of him was probably a lady from a noble family who ran away to travel, so he didn't care much.

But as they chatted, he realized that while Loran Hill didn't understand the market, her ideas about business and marketing were completely new. Her novel concepts astonished even this knowledgeable and experienced merchant. Even just hearing about them was intriguing. She also captured the customer's purchasing psychology so aptly that Angus began to wonder if, after all these years in business, he hadn't yet mastered it.

"If you say you're a princess who ran away from the Green Empire, I'll believe you."

Angus looked closely at the girl opposite him. She was wearing a black robe that looked like it was made of some high-grade material. Tiny drops of water still clung to the edges. Her delicate face was hidden in the shadow of her hood, and even sitting so close, he couldn't see it clearly. It must be the hat with its extraordinary effects that blurred his vision.

Her hands were wearing grey silk gloves, but the hint of whiteness that could be seen between the cuffs and the gloves showed that the girl had extremely well-maintained skin, which was definitely not something an ordinary family could have.

The accent is so standard that you can't tell where they are from. This is usually only required of children from noble families.

"I'm just an ordinary person." Loran Hill shook his head and denied Angus's guess.