In order to provide the customers with the freshest seafood every day, many large hotels in Loen would cooperate with some fishing companies, and the Tottenham Grand Hotel was no exception. They had signed a contract with the Ruien Company, a subsidiary of the Loen's Kathy Business Association. The Ruien Company would provide the Tottenham Grand Hotel with the freshest seafood they had caught that day. However, because there was a certain degree of uncertainty in the process of catching seafood, even the most experienced captain couldn't be 100% sure that he would be able to catch the same seafood that day. Therefore, the Tottenham Grand Hotel's fresh Thomas Seafood Platter had become an uncertain ingredient. What customers could eat completely depended on what the Ruien Company caught in the Stormy Ocean today.
Glancing at the seafood in the platter, Connor was pleasantly surprised. In the middle of the platter of more than ten seafood dishes was his favorite seafood — Kibet Scallop. This ingredient was a specialty of the West Coast of the Storm Ocean. It was only produced here and could not be found anywhere else. Kibet Scallop grew in the Storm Ocean at a depth of 50 to 100 meters. With the current fishing technology in this world, it was very difficult to catch Kibet Scallop. To catch Kibet Scallop, not only did it require the fishing boat to have advanced equipment and rich experience, but it also required the fishing boat to have great luck.
The Kibet Scallop's meat was extremely tender and succulent. With one bite, the fresh and succulent meat would wantonly release juice in the mouth. The feeling was simply amazing! To this day, Connor could not forget the extreme freshness of the Kibet Scallop when he first caught it. Another thing worth mentioning was that the Kibet Scallop's reputation was not its taste, but its long-term consumption would greatly strengthen one's physical fitness. It was also very beneficial for a Knight's cultivation.
It was not easy to catch it. Coupled with the fresh taste and the strengthening of one's physical fitness, the price of Kibet Scallop in Loen remained high. The market price of a Kibet Scallop basically fluctuated between one and two gold pounds. Now, Connor's Thomas Seafood Platter had two Kibet Scallops. Together with other seafood, this meant that this Thomas Seafood Platter of Connor's would cost ten gold pounds. This dish would cost the annual income of an ordinary working family in Loen!
However, even if the price was so high, Connor was still very satisfied to be able to eat Kibet Scallop. The last time he knew about Kibet Scallop was last year.
One and a half hours later, Connor, who had eaten his fill, took out the tender meat of the last Kubet scallop from the shell and swallowed it. As he savored the slightly sweet juice of the tender scallop meat in his mouth, Connor waved his hand at the waiter standing at the side.
"Give me the bill!" Connor casually took out five shillings from his wallet and threw it to the waiter as a tip. The waiter was still very discerning. Connor was quite satisfied with the waiter's service and gave him a bigger tip than usual.
With the five shillings Connor had thrown to him, the waiter's attitude became even more humble and respectful. He bowed slightly to Connor to express his gratitude and said, "Thank you, sir. A gentleman has just settled your bill for you. He said that he's your friend and asked me to hand this to you!"
With that said, the waiter took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Connor with both hands.
Hearing the waiter's words, Connor frowned slightly. He didn't immediately accept the letter in the waiter's hand. Instead, he cautiously released his mental strength to carefully examine the letter. After confirming that there were no problems, Connor calmly took the letter and opened it. Connor scanned the contents of the letter. It read:
"Dear Mr. Connor Ferguson, please pay attention to your mailbox when you return to the apartment! Yours truly, Mr. Paredes! "
The short thirty-one words took Connor a full minute. After putting down the letter, Connor's eyes immediately turned cold. He asked the waiter without a trace of emotion in his voice, "Where was the person who settled my bill and asked you to hand this letter to me just now?"
Because Connor didn't show any changes in his emotions, the waiter didn't find anything wrong. He respectfully pointed to the second table on Connor's left and said, "Sir, the gentleman who settled your bill was sitting there just now!"
"Got it!" Connor stood up and took out a one gold pound note from his wallet and placed it in the waiter's arms. He then patted the waiter's shoulder and turned to walk out of the restaurant.
Receiving the one gold pound note that Connor handed to him, the waiter had a look of pleasant surprise in his eyes. Just as he was about to bow and thank Connor again, he unexpectedly froze. His eyes were filled with bewilderment. He stood in place for a full minute before regaining his senses amidst the cries of his companions. He looked at the one gold pound note in his hand and muttered to himself with some confusion, "Where did this note come from?"
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After walking out of the Tottenham Hotel, Connor was in a terrible mood. However, his shrewdness prevented him from showing his true psychological state on his face. He didn't know if Mr. Paredes, who paid his bill and delivered the letter, was still monitoring him.
Originally, Connor didn't plan to erase the waiter's memory, but the appearance of Mr. Paredes made Connor have no choice but to do so.
If Connor's memory wasn't wrong, according to the waiter's words, the person sitting on the second table on his left, which was Mr. Paredes, should be an average-looking red-haired young man with a medium build. This man walked into the restaurant twenty minutes after Connor entered the Tottenham Hotel. Under the guidance of the waiter, he sat at that table. He ate very quickly and left after half an hour.
To be honest, because of Old Victor's numerous dirty tricks, Connor was very vigilant. Even though he was eating, Connor was still alert and alert to any possible threats. This Mr. Paredes was sitting not far from him, so Connor really did pay attention to him. He didn't think that this person was a threat, so he didn't pay much attention to him. He didn't expect to be hit in the eye here!
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