After leaving Leona, Wei Tianyang walked Baphomet around the streets, passing time in a roadside cafe.
He had to attend a banquet in the evening after all, and necessary political activities could not be skipped. Having received preferential treatment, he couldn't just act childishly on a whim.
The cafe wasn't large and looked quite worn down, with just a few plastic stools and small tables set up on the street corner. Inside the cafe, there were only an old person and a young person rapidly preparing lattes and dark roasts.
Wei Tianyang's pet was too eye-catching; many people approached to ask if they could take photos and pet it.
"Don't let them touch me." Baphomet, lying next to him taking a rest, sent a thought.
"Of course, you can, the tuft of fur on its butt is the softest. Those horns are pretty fun too," Wei Tianyang replied with a smile to a Prussian beauty who had come over to chat.
