"Loen people are all contemptible trash, like rats in a gutter. All they dare do is hide in the sewers and spy on others..."
Amid the Feysac man's repeated jeers, Luther calmly walked into the restaurant.
The streets here were nothing special, and this was hardly a central district. Compared to Backlund, it was probably equivalent to an ordinary residential neighborhood around the East Borough. Accordingly, the restaurant's decor was quite ordinary, even a little shabby.
"What do you serve for breakfast?"
He called over a waiter and asked.
"Bread, porridge, toast, potato pancakes, curd pancakes, red sausage..."
The waiter casually rattled off a string of dishes.
"Then I'll have a curd pancake, a bowl of buckwheat porridge, and a red sausage. Please slice the sausage for me."
Luther placed his order.
"What about liquor? We have strong Lielangqi here. It burns hotter than the fires of hell."
Drinking this early in the morning?
That's Feysac for you... Luther felt a flicker of admiration, then said, "No, just bring me a cup of coffee." After the waiter left, he did not simply sit there waiting. Instead, he called over another waiter.
"Has there been any news worth mentioning lately?"
He asked the waiter.
"A Loen ship called the Pine Needle had an accident on the Sonia Sea," the waiter replied. "Apparently, there was a rare steam engine explosion. The hull was damaged, and several Feysac passengers died."
News travels pretty fast here.
Luther was a little surprised.
"Those Loen people must have done it on purpose!"
Hearing the waiter's words, the man tilted his head back and took a swig of liquor, then slurred, "Every last one of them is rotten..."
Luther glanced at him.
The man was sturdily built, with thick patches on both shoulders of his coat, apparently