Chapter 1785
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In the shantytown, the moment before the Lame-Leg Inn exploded.
Qin Ran set down the cake in his hand.
Ignoring the disdainful looks around him, he simply put his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean.
To Qin Ran, that was the least wasteful way to eat.
As for hygiene?
For ordinary people, it was a little unhygienic.
For him?
It really was nothing.
With his current stomach, he could digest most living creatures.
It was merely a matter of whether he was willing to eat them.
Kuhl Walton wanted to imitate Qin Ran, but when his gaze touched his father, he wisely picked up a handkerchief.
"Shall we take a walk in the Garden?"
Kuhl Walton asked as he wiped his hands.
"Sure."
Qin Ran nodded.
The food had already been finished, and he did not want to face the inexplicable stares of a group of strangers.
Getting away from them naturally became a good choice.
Marquis Walton's Garden, like his estate, valued refinement more than luxury.
Evergreen trees were the Garden's main plants.
"There are quite a few flowers here in summer."
"But I don't recognize many of them."
"The butler takes care of most of them."
Kuhl Walton said candidly.
He did not think there was anything to hide.
Everyone in Aitandinburg's upper circles knew that he excelled at swordsmanship, Shooting, and military affairs, while as for everything else?
Sorry.
He was not a jack-of-all-trades.
Even now, he could not tell the difference between Hyacinths and Snake Grass Flowers.
"Leave professional matters to professionals."
Qin Ran stated his view.
Those words immediately made the young marquis heir clap his hands.
"As expected of my good friend."
Kuhl Walton smiled, then pointed toward a corner of the Garden.
There was a gazebo