Chapter 147 Checking In at the Inn

The little boy tucked the half-eaten egg yolk pastry into his shirt.

'This is so tasty. I have to bring some back so Mom and Dad can have a taste too,' the boy thought.

"My name's Timo..." the boy said.

He led Rhea toward the village.

He explained, "You know what my name means? It sounds like barnacle, the tiny shells that stick all over the bottom of boats."

He added, "I never got why my dad pick