When the Space Gate opened again, the two appeared in a comfortably furnished suite with tight security.
The room was lavishly decorated. The soft carpet was like clouds beneath their feet, the walls hung with expensive paintings that exuded an air of elegance.
Allen gently pressed the still-dazed Shakky into the soft sofa. Like a tender embrace, it enveloped her.
Only then did Shakky gradually come to her senses. Looking at the unfamiliar, luxurious surroundings, she suddenly remembered her bar. Her eyes widened as she shouted, "You brat! My liquor cabinet! That bottle of 82 Rum was still on the bar! And my bar counter! Did you break it just now?!"
Her voice was sharp and urgent, revealing how dearly she treasured the things in her bar.
Seeing this, Allen skillfully walked to the coffee table, poured a steaming cup of tea, and respectfully offered it to her with both hands. Wearing an obedient expression, exactly like a child who had done something wrong, he said, "Auntie~ calm down. I'll have someone move everything over exactly as it was! The bar counter? I'll get you one made of Pure Gold! It'll definitely be grander than the old one! Have some tea first and settle your nerves."
"Just stay here without worrying about a thing. Ask for whatever you want to eat or drink. I guarantee that I'll rescue Uncle within five days. How does that sound?"
As Allen spoke, he watched Shakky's expression, his eyes full of sincerity and ingratiation.
Shakky slowly accepted the teacup. The fragrant steam wafting up eased her tightly wound nerves somewhat.
Looking at Allen's groveling expression, her stern face finally softened a little. She gave a light snort. "...Hmph! At least you've got some conscience, brat. Remember what you said!"
Allen immediately put on an