Friend, That's Not How You Give a Speech

"What do you two think?"

Having finished planning out the day, he looked at the two beside him and asked whether they had any objections.

"Should I call a taxi?"

Nian suggested.

"We're all friends here. There's no need to hide our abilities."

Russell clapped his hands directly. The authority of the Feranmut Ya activated, transporting the three of them to the commercial street beside William University.

Then, as if he were a regular, he found an empty table and sat down.

"Three beers, plus sour beef stew, flame flatbread, white sausage, roasted pork knuckle, and sailor's chowder."

He said it in an exceedingly flippant tone, uttering words that were somewhat of a dark joke on Terra.

In places like Victoria or Columbia, saying things like pork knuckle and beef would definitely get him criticized.

Yet the server merely took his money as usual, then brought out the food and drinks.

"They're really not particular about it here, huh?"

Nian picked up her beer, took a sip, then cut into the pork trotter with her knife and fork as she commented.

On Terra, cows made people think of the Hooves Tribe, while pigs made them think of Leizi's kin.

Russell's presumptuous remarks would definitely get him angrily cursed out elsewhere.

"The atmosphere... feels so oppressive."

Itsuka nibbled at her flatbread like a small animal, looking around with a worried expression.

"Seems like it is..."

Russell glanced at the menu prices and sucked in a breath.

Holy crap.

The price of this meal was completely on par with Londinium.

Victoria's colonies stretched across Terra, harvesting half the continent, while its industrial level was absurdly strong. As its core—or rather, the core of half of Terra—Londinium having exorbitant prices was perfectly normal.

A villa in central Londinium could buy an entire town