Marinda, gripping the 'Holy Serpent Shield' in one hand and flipping the bird with the other, emerged from the smoke and entered the cabin, her deep blue eyes filled with contempt for Arthur.
"Good morning, Marinda.
What would you like to eat?"
As he spoke, Arthur smoothly pulled out a chair for Marinda.
Of course, he also conveniently took the 'Holy Serpent Shield' from her and placed it to the side.
Then, he made a gesture as if he was sorry she wasn't wearing a coat, as he would definitely have hung it up for her.
In response, Marinda raised her other middle finger at Arthur.
"Do you think treating me like a mail carrier is polite?"
Marinda asked.
Though there were no couriers in the world before them, professions like mail carriers still existed.
Of course, most people couldn't afford such services.
Even the middle class found the fees challenging to bear, only the truly wealthy nobles had the means to support such convenient services.
