When Qin Ran came downstairs, Smith and the six little girls, including Saya, were already seated in the inn's hall. The moment they saw Qin Ran, Smith respectfully rose to greet him.
"Good morning, Lord D."
The mixed-blood man's voice was still low, but Qin Ran could clearly detect a hint of fervor beneath that low tone.
Qin Ran paid it no further mind.
He knew the man had misunderstood something about him, but he had no way to explain.
Not only would explaining make things more troublesome, he also needed his current identity as a Demon Hunter.
"Good morning, Lord D."
The six little girls, including Saya, had stood up as soon as Smith did, but they waited until after Smith greeted Qin Ran before following suit.
Clearly, after enduring things they should never have had to endure, these children had become very polite.
"Mm."
After nodding to the six little girls, Qin Ran habitually sat down in his usual corner.
Ever since Qin Ran had moved into Furnace Grilled Fish, this corner had practically become his exclusive spot, much like how Lagrun liked to stand behind the bar with his arms folded.
Little Tom had long since grown accustomed to that.
Of course, what Little Tom was most accustomed to was Qin Ran's appetite.
At least enough for three... no, five people.
Seeing the owner return from outside with a sack of bread slung over his shoulder, Little Tom promptly revised his estimate and deftly helped Lagrun distribute breakfast.
Since Lagrun had hired him as a waiter, Little Tom naturally had his own strengths.
He knew what he should do, and he paid absolutely no attention to matters he should not ask about, such as the black suitcase by Qin Ran's feet.
"Sir, your breakfast."
Little Tom set