The man exuded a thick aura of murderous malice, the kind that came from killing countless people.
"I hear the owner here gives accurate fortunes. Get her to tell mine!"
The man at the head of the group shouted in a gruff voice.
"I'm very sorry, sir, but Madame Shyarly only takes a limited number of fortune-telling appointments each day.
The last slot was just booked. If you really want your fortune told, please come back tomorrow."
A young mermaid steeled herself, approached the man, and explained.
Slap! The sharp sound echoed through the café.
The young mermaid fell to the floor, clutching her face as she stared ahead in terror.
"You've got some nerve! Our boss is Corien, known as Mad Blade, a notorious pirate with a bounty of 250 million!
Having your owner tell our boss's fortune is an honor for her!
And you dare tell us to come back tomorrow?!"
The lackey withdrew the hand he had struck her with and shouted arrogantly.
"That's right! Get your owner out here to tell our boss's fortune!
Otherwise, we'll smash your shop!"
Another lackey spat crudely on the floor, then roared.
Their vicious bearing frightened the customers and the young mermaid waitresses so badly that their faces drained of color.
Randall frowned at the sight.
"Have you forgotten what I told you? Be elegant. Be polite!"
At that moment, their boss, Mad Blade Corien, spoke.
The moment he opened his mouth, the lackeys who had been acting so high and mighty began nodding and bowing.
"If those are their rules, we'll follow them.
Didn't you say someone took the last slot?
Come on, tell me who stole my appointment. I'll kill him and take it back."
Mad Blade Corien grinned, exposing his crimson gums.
He spoke slowly, his tone