Two hundred and eighty-nine. Save Oliver

The match struck an arc in mid-air, then extinguished before falling into the trash can.

After covering the oil lamp with a wind guard, Lu Li returned to his desk and sat down, pouring hot water he'd heated not long ago into a cup and pushing it in front of Jojo.

Across from him, Jojo's head was covered with a handkerchief, and a rough, wrinkled, and damp garment was draped over a blanket.

Behind them, Anna was cleaning up the puddles on the floor.

"My brother worked for the Yibu trade caravan."

Jojo held the warm cup, her hands, pale from being soaked in rainwater, subconsciously caressing the cup.

The Yibu trade caravan traveled between the Main Affinity Continent and the Ailen Peninsula, filling up with spices and handicrafts on the continent to sell on the peninsula. Then, they'd load up with local specialties from the peninsula to sell back on the continent—occasionally accepting some more private cargo for transport.