In the kitchen, Eivor stood helplessly holding a teacup.
Was he just sold out?
Originally, he had planned to meet his first customer, and the only one who genuinely liked his food, in a more formal way.
But now that Acker had called upon him, he naturally couldn't ignore it.
'It's just...
It's a bit of a pity.
I finally meet such a good customer.'
With a faint tinge of regret in his heart, Eivor straightened out his clothes, then walked out and placed the sweetened tea on the table. Looking at Arthur, he showed a smile on his plump face.
"Good evening, Lord Arthur Kredos."
"Good evening, Eivor—Though I've said it more than once, your food truly remains memorable to me."
Arthur replied with a smile to Eivor's greeting.
"Haha, oh come on!
Rest assured, Miss Caesar's safety is in my hands!
I swear it on my title as 'Master of Shadowflow'!"
Eivor laughed heartily, taking on the responsibility generously.
Nice!
Awesome!
