After acknowledging the reality, they started chasing their husbands to the crematorium - Chapter 17-Isn't This a Joy for All, Miss Pastor?

“You mentioned Mr. Lyle?”

Emiliya nodded, “Yes, he is our scholar in Moonlight Blossom. However, due to some minor conflicts temporarily, he is currently working as a vintner.”

Upon hearing the words of the lady priest, Eber’s expression was quite fascinating.

Could it be that Mr. Lyle is the type who quietly contributes behind the scenes and does not wish to be discovered?

Nonsense!

Such a person couldn’t possibly exist with such thoughts!

Moreover, inviting Moonlight Blossom to taste wine was a gesture of sincerity from the Silver Guild to Mr. Lyle, not a request from him.

Eber felt that he must have misunderstood something.

Damn it! Am I being treated unfairly?

I even lost a platinum membership card for Dreamland!

“But… Mr. Lyle was originally our vintner at the Silver Guild.”

Eber hesitated for a moment, “No, I can’t say he’s a vintner, but rather our collaborator.”

“…Huh?”

Emiliya’s pupils contracted slightly.

She was processing the words of this merchant with a hint of disbelief.

Brewing? No… collaboration?

“Where does Lyle get the gold coins… and collaborate with you?”

“Collaboration doesn’t necessarily require gold coins.”

Eber pointed to his head, “There are plenty of wealthy people, but not all of them have brains. So, I provide the money, and Mr. Lyle provides the intellect.”

Huh?

Why does this feel a bit off?

Flo frowned, “Are you saying his brewing skills are impressive?”

“No, Wilson mentioned that his brewing skills aren’t impressive.”

Eber said excitedly, “Exactly! Mr. Lyle is the real treasure. He can use the simplest methods to brew the finest spirits, which is an improvement in the art of production!”

Emiliya’s eyes were filled with incredulity.

Lyle never mentioned this, did he?

Could it be that Lyle might actually, through alcoholic beverages, become wealthy enough to buy a new house and marry a new bride?

Upon hearing her words, Eber shook his head, “Craftsmanship like this will be replicated by other guilds in the future. After all, once you understand the process and tools, the rest is not that difficult.”

“Of course, the initial profits are still quite terrifying.”

Emiliya probably understood his meaning.

In other words, Lyle’s initial idea and approach can be lucrative, even if his brewing technique is not that impressive.

Emiliya thought of a possibility, “Have you considered that after obtaining Lyle’s technique, he might sever ties?”

“Although I’m not very accomplished, I am good at reading people. Mr. Lyle is not particularly interested in this alcoholic beverage, just going along with his interests. So, I am willing to be friends with someone like him. Miss Emiliya, please rest assured.”

As long as he returns that platinum card to me.

Eber smiled.

It’s not like he’s short of money.

At his level, obtaining a platinum card is a simple matter.

The main issue is that, judging by Mr. Lyle’s appearance, he seems to be inexperienced. Now, that’s a damn big problem!

The name engraved on that platinum card is none other than Eber’s! If Mr. Lyle were to spend there, those Lilys and Xiangxiangs would be calling out Eber’s name!!!

Damn!

The candid assessment of Eber by the Dreamland: He can’t even find his way inside. Just thinking about it makes Eber want to vomit. Flo smirked, “Well, that’s great, Emiliya can now rest assured. After all, you are the one who cares most about Lyle, right?” “All’s well that ends well.

Xiyaa can peacefully find a new scholar, I won’t have anyone nagging in my ear to supervise daily life. As for you, you can sincerely wish your Lyle a happy life.”

Floro, whose height is uncertain but seems to be around 1.6 meters, clapped her small hands together and said, “As for Lyle, there’s that elf inviting him for a sweet drink.

Now everyone should feel comfortable!” Emiliya’s expression became somewhat unnatural. “Now I’m even more worried. What I really want is for Lyle to come back disheartened and disheveled.” Emiliya has always felt that Lyle cares a lot about her, and this is not a misconception.

Sometimes, when making mistakes or making a somewhat unreasonable request, he would only gently whisper to Emiliya.

In the middle of the night, unable to sleep, she would drag him up with a tired face, and he would only show a helpless smile, saying something Emiliya couldn’t understand like “Sudongpo, I’m annoyed,” and then accompany her in conversation to ease her boredom.

There are things even Emiliya didn’t expect he would attend to so comprehensively, taking care of them silently. At most, he would quietly complain about the “clumsy priest,” afraid of being heard.

Emiliya sensed a hint of the crisis that he might overturn things…

The night sky of Iofar seemed endless, adorned with stars like diamonds embedded in velvety darkness, soft and beautiful. Lyle, unable to calm his mind, decided to extinguish the crystal lamp, pulled a chair, and sat in the courtyard, contemplating.

Seeing Xiyaa again today, she remained the same as before. Whether this journey has only Lyle truly embraced its authenticity is hard to say.

In essence, she believed Lyle was an inadequate scholar. Other life skills were irrelevant.

Xiyaa came to Iofar for Ishgard, and what broke through Lyle’s defenses was not any emotion, oppression, or denial.

It was the fact that the person who pulled him up from the ground at that time was Xiyaa.

The only one who once acknowledged him has now become someone who would easily deny this journey. Perhaps it’s the influence of compassion. It’s hard to say.

However, strictly speaking, Lyle should even be thankful to Xiyaa. At least when Xiyaa pulled him up, there was genuine hope that this pitiful scholar could fulfill his dreams. It’s just that the two of them couldn’t withstand the test.

At least from now on, Lyle will never pour his heart out to others again.

《Didn’t feel any better with him》

《Just a normal teammate》

《He did it willingly》

But Xiyaa also had moments when she used her body to shield him from flying debris and openly called him “Scholar Sir.”

Perhaps the real Xiyaa had long been left in the early dungeons of Ishgard.

Now, Moon’s Blossom is a potential myth of the future, and Captain Xiyaa, with hopes of ascending to the pinnacle of Sword Saint, is an elite swordswoman.

Some records state that each of the one hundred layers of Ishgard is also a starry sky. To behold that starry expanse is to become the master of Ishgard, the new king of Eorzea.

What Xiyaa yearns for is forever the next layer, while Lyle feels that every layer of Ishgard is, in fact, fascinating. Sitting on a small stool, he gazes at the night sky of Eorzea, his eyes fixed.

He recalls many things from the past—some memories have become blurry, while others remain vivid.

Rather than continuing to resent each other and becoming enemies, it’s better to cut it off with a single stroke. At least this way, a bit of the bonds of the journey and the camaraderie of companionship can be preserved.