"Lius, taking something to the guests in the back again?" A customer familiar with Lius saw him carrying a tray of food toward the rear and asked curiously.
Over the past few days, many regular customers had heard that a nobleman had moved into the backyard of this tavern. He possessed an exceedingly noble bearing and spent generously; everything he ate and used was the best the town had to offer.
Where there were people, there was curiosity. Besides, it was currently a lull in the season—early spring had only just arrived, and this year's farm work would not begin for several more days. Most of the people who came here were adventurers and merchants who did not work the fields, so their daily lives seemed rather empty. Apart from eating, drinking, and chatting, what they did most while dining was inquire after interesting bits of news.
This tavern had always been a place where fish and dragons mingled. When Romon came to drink in the front hall one day, everyone who saw him was shaken.
No one who had seen Romon could deny the elegance and nobility fused into his very bones. Everyone who had met him mentioned, more or less, this distinguished guest living in the backyard to their friends.
"Oh, yes. This is all for that lord. I'm taking it over now," Lius said cheerfully to the person who had asked, clearly in high spirits.
These past few days, Lius had been very happy serving others as a waiter. This lord was truly generous—every time he asked Lius to do something, he gave him a tip. Since the other party spent so freely, Lius naturally worked even more carefully and diligently. He could not let someone spend money and still leave unhappy, could he?
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