"Auntie, how much is this cake?" In Auntie Sofia's Cake Shop on Kuamei Commercial Street in North Loen, a middle-aged man in a gray trench coat and a very low top hat pointed at the largest and most exquisite cake on the counter and asked,
The plump Auntie Sofia of the cake shop still had her signature amiable smile on her face as she politely said, "Sir, this cake only costs one shilling and five pence!"
The gray-robed middle-aged man nodded and didn't waste his breath bargaining with the auntie over a penny or two. He directly took out his wallet and took out two one-penny notes and placed them on the counter. He said to the auntie, "Please wrap the cake for me!"
"Sir, don't worry. I'll definitely wrap it up for you in the best cake box!" Seeing that the middle-aged man was very generous and didn't bargain, allowing her to earn an additional three pence, the smile on Auntie Sofia's face couldn't help but become even more radiant.
"Two shillings minus one penny. Five shillings equals … seven pence!" Auntie Sofia took the cake out of the counter and placed it in the cake box before handing it to the gray-robed middle-aged man. After carefully touching the two one-shilling notes and confirming that they were real, she placed them in the box and muttered to herself. When the auntie finished calculating the seven pence and was about to turn around and give the change to the gray-robed middle-aged man who looked somewhat melancholic, she realized that the gray-robed man and the cake he bought had already disappeared from her cake shop.
Walking on the wide streets of the residential area, the grey-robed man noticed the children who were playing happily on the streets. They stopped playing with the cake boxes in their hands and stared at the beautifully packaged cake boxes in his hands with eager eyes. They were exuding a rich aroma of cream!
Seeing the increasing number of children on the street peeking at the cake box in his hands, the gray-robed middle-aged man stopped in his tracks. He knew that the street he was on was an ordinary residential area in Loen's North Loen. Although it wasn't a complete slum like the South Loen, the people who lived here were basically workers in Loen's factories or sailors who lived by the sea. And the plainly dressed children in patched clothes in front of him were undoubtedly the children of these people.
With the workers and sailors' meager salary of three to four shillings a month, there was no doubt that spending one shilling and five pence to buy a cake in a city like Loen was very extravagant.
"Do you want to eat the cake? Then take it! "
Muttering to himself, the man who could run took out the cake from the box. With a slight shake of his hand, the huge cake filled with cream and dried fruits was evenly divided into more than a dozen pieces, flying towards the children who were staring at him with eager eyes.
Seeing the cake flying towards them, these children's eyes glowed with greed. They immediately put down the toys in their hands, caught the cake, and began gobbling it up the cake in large large pieces of the cake.
Sweeping his gaze across these children who would be happy for god knows how long with delicious food, the gray-robed man shook his head slightly and continued his journey. He only bought the cake because he wanted to buy the box. As for what the cake was, it didn't matter if he gave it away.
Walking to an empty alley, the gray-robed man narrowed his eyes and scanned his surroundings. After confirming that there was no one around him, his finger gently stroked the quaint ring on his finger. Four black pills appeared in his hand. Holding the four black pills in his hand, the gray-robed man gently tapped on each of the black pills with his other hand. With the gray-robed man's action, each black pill emitted a faint blue light. Then, the blue light disappeared again and returned to its original state.
Seeing that the four black pills had been successfully activated by him, the gray-robed man nodded and carefully placed the four black pills into the cake box without the cake. After doing all of this, the gray-robed man tidied up his gray trench coat and walked out of the alley to the Bruge Tavern on the other side of the street.
"Hello sir, may I ask if you are alone?" As soon as he walked into the tavern, the young and energetic waitress took the initiative to greet the gray-robed man.
The gray-robed man waved his hand to reject the waiter's invitation and walked straight to the private room area of the tavern. When his footsteps stopped in front of private room No. 17 and he was about to enter, he heard a gloomy voice in his ear.
"Room 17 has been rented for a long time. Please do not disturb!"
When the gray-robed man heard the voice, he stopped pushing open the door and looked towards the source of the voice. He didn't know when, but two meters to his left, there was a tall and elegant woman in a white court dress who emitted a cold aura. At this moment, the woman was coldly commenting on him.
After exchanging glances with the woman, the gray-robed man shrugged and put the cake box on the ground. He pointed at the cake box on the ground and said, "This is what he wants. The time is a little tight, so it's a little unstable. If you have something with strong energy in your ring, I suggest you don't put it in your ring. Otherwise, it will depend on your luck."
After saying that, the gray-robed man turned around and walked out of the tavern without any hesitation.
"Mr. Connor, I didn't expect that we would meet under such circumstances. In order to see you, I even changed into this damn dress!" Just as the gray-robed man was about to walk out of the tavern, the woman's voice sounded in his ears again. However, this time, it was a wizard's voice.
When the gray-robed man heard the unfamiliar woman calling him Mr. Connor, he immediately stopped at the door. At this moment, the woman's voice sounded in his ears again.
"Nice to meet you. My name is Martina Conti. I didn't expect you to be so good at disguising yourself. Even I didn't recognize you."
Just as the woman who called herself Martina was about to say something, the gray-robed man started walking again. He completely ignored Martina and left the tavern without looking back.
When he walked to a small forest several streets away, the gray-robed man glanced around. After confirming that no one was looking at him, he took off his thin mask and put away his gray robe.
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