Running into Mr. Azik was something Hobart had never expected.
If he hadn't known that Mr. Azik was a descendant of the God of Death, he would have suspected that Azzik was an Angel of the "Lawyer" pathway.
Hobart smiled and greeted him. "Sir, I didn't expect to run into you here."
Azzik politely rose to his feet. "Congratulations, young man. It seems you've found the true essence of your own abilities."
Hobart froze slightly, then immediately understood. When he had first met Mr. Azik at the cemetery, he had only recently consumed the Potion. Now, more than half of the Potion within him had already been Digested.
Azzik had practically seen through his condition at a glance.
Hobart smiled faintly. "I thought you were going to congratulate me on winning a crucial case in my career."
Though he already knew the answer, he asked, "Are you dining alone?"
"Yes."
"May I join you?" Hobart smiled. "My companions are all busy and can't have dinner with me, and dining alone is far too boring."
He didn't actually have such a problem. He merely needed an excuse to share a table with Mr. Azik.
This was an Angel walking the earth. It was only that something was wrong with his condition, and he didn't even know he was an Angel.
At the same time, he was Klein's Thigh. If Klein could cling to him, why couldn't Hobart?
Azzik did not refuse Hobart's request.
Thus, the two began chatting. It really was just casual conversation, with Hobart talking about his work.
Azzik seemed somewhat surprised. "You're Lawyer Hobart?"
Hobart had frequently appeared in recent newspapers, and Azzik had seen his name as well.
Following that topic, the two discussed the workers of Backlund and the East End of Backlund.
When dinner ended,