The visitor was a handsome noble gentleman dressed in gorgeous clothes.

"Well ...... very sorry. By the way! Avata, the suspect is?"

The guards saluted in unison, and the guard who was just interrogating us greeted us and bowed his head respectfully.

"Your Excellency the Young Lord, the suspects are the two of them, well, the suspicion has been ruled out."

"So."

Emile clenched her fist and waved it in front of the male -

"Hey, can't you hear me, can you?"

"Oh oh oh," he turned his head in a panic, "I'm sorry, two ladies! Is that ...... your first time in

Elisis?"

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"As an apologize, let me show you around, please make sure you don't refuse... ..."

Being told that by the gent.

I instinctively wanted to refuse, but on second thought, it's not a bad thing.

For example, in this situation.

"...... that," the gent fumbled with his fanny pack, "I don't have much cash with me today ......"

"It's okay, aren't you that what young city lord, credit for a day or two that's not even a problem."

"Yes ...... it is."

He responded with a reluctant smile.

"Emile, you can eat less, you so people are not good to do it."

"...... No, it's okay."

"Yeah, yeah," Emile patted his shoulder while eating the food on the table, "I'll forgive you for being such a good boy."

"That's really great ......" the gent sat down in the armchair opposite me and crossed his arms over his chest, "By the way, it's rare to see a combination like the two of you, only two of you came here? "

Emile was busy cleaning up the food in front of her and gestured with her eyes for me to answer.

I gave her a stern glare and turned my attention from the food to the gent.

"We originally came with the mercenary group, may I ask your name?"

"I'm Sisea Mon-Turto Tai Slasher, just call me Sicya."

"'Slasher'?"

"That's a title of nobility," Emile settled the last of her food and wiped her mouth, "to show what great things his ancestors have done."

"Yes, Miss Emile, you are very knowledgeable," Sicya's expression became subtle, "but I don't know if you understand it, but we are very unwelcoming here to outsiders, and Fae."

The so-called Fae refers to all human-like species except for the general human, including orcs, half-orcs, elves, goblins and other highly intelligent creatures.

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"It means ......"

Just as Sicya was about to open her mouth, the sound of glass shattering came from the other side of the store.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry ......"

The receptionist kept apologizing towards the customer.

"Hey, hey, our clothes are very expensive, can you afford to pay for it?"

The big-bellied aristocratic-looking guest lifted his collar and then threw him to the ground with a crisp smash.

"Ohhhhhhh! Sorry, this customer," the store manager rushed out, then pull the waiter to his side, "It's all our fault, we'll cover the cost of repairing your clothes ......"

He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his hands, spat on the ground, and looked at the two with contempt.

"No need for you garbage to pay for it."

He put his hands behind his back and proudly left the door, kicking down the threshold.

"This kind of shitty store should be closed down in a hurry ......"

Sicya watched the scene from the sidelines, gesturing for us to look at the waiter's furry ears, and shrugged helplessly at us.

"Look, it's obvious that the man spilled the tea on purpose, they always blame us in retrovert, just because the store manager took in a fae as awaiter."

"Won't your guards take care of it?" Emile glanced at the man outside the window from afar and made a shooting motion with her right hand.

Middle rank level - precision ignition.

"Woah woah woah! Where did the fire come from! Water!!! Give me water now!!!"

The guests' miserable screams came from outside.

Sicya, who was the young lord of the city, ignored what Emile was doing and sighed softly, "In our city, Fae are too unprotected by the law if their lives are not threatened."

"Do you think that's right?"

I looked him in the eye with displeasure and walked over to the waiter with blood running down his wrist and handed him a handkerchief.

"It's certainly not right, but I'm not the Lord of the City," Sicya also left her seat and walked over to me, "which is why I brought you to this store."

"According to this," Emile lazily rested her cheeks, "you took us around so much for ......"

"Well, you two ladies, I hope you'll leave soon after you've had your fun."