: A Feast of Strategy and Flavor

Then Cordell McNeil's expression suddenly turned gloomy.

'You've hit the whip, now it's time to give the carrot.'

I said this in passing.

"If you can handle this matter well, I would be willing to participate in the festival. I heard that all sorts of events are held at Grand Cape during the dry season."

"I will do it! Just leave it to me!"

Cordell disappeared into the crowd in an instant. It seemed like he was planning to go back the way they came and latch onto the merchant ship above Schultz. That way, we could find out where Billy Gut was hiding.

"As expected, he's an easy person to deal with."

As I whistled and put my hand on the back of his neck, Uncle Brandon burst out laughing.

"Haha! You two are always so cheerful. You don't seem like the type of people who would be escorts or bodyguards."

"Now we are just friends."

"So, are you going to the villa?"