Azk's gaze sharpened as he walked over to the table and examined it.
There seemed to be nothing unusual... at least, nothing outside the range of his abilities that he could detect.
Though somewhat hesitant, Azk still reached out and picked up the letter.
When he opened the envelope, a stiff paper card fell out. Azk picked it up and looked at it, his eyelid twitching uncontrollably.
"Let the wonderful aroma and caffeine help you attain peace of mind, help you contemplate the value of life. We are on Zoteland Street..."
Azk did not continue reading.
This was actually an advertisement for a coffee shop!
Taking a deep breath, even with Azk's composure, he felt the urge to curse. Who on earth had taught this coffee shop's owner to distribute advertisements like this?
Had that person never been beaten up from childhood to adulthood?
Yet after work that day, driven by some subtle and inexplicable mindset, Azk still went to Zoteland Street and found that coffee shop.
Perhaps he wanted to question the owner of this coffee shop?
Or perhaps, with nothing better to do, he wanted to try every possible path?
Azk himself was not particularly sure.
"Hm? There's no signboard?"
Azk frowned as he discovered that the coffee shop's sign contained only one word: Coffee.
While that was certainly straightforward and easy to understand, it had no branding value commercially and did not comply with regulations legally.
It could be said that it was already surprising this coffee shop still existed and had not been shut down—well, considering how it distributed advertisements, perhaps that was not so surprising after all.
A vague, inexplicable anticipation rose within him as Azk pushed open the coffee shop's door.
"Welcome, Mr. Azk. This way, please."
Siga adjusted his monocle and gestured toward