“Why did you buy so much fruit juice?”
Little Cat Gupta asked the attendant to place the twenty-three bottles of Sin Cola he had asked for on the table.
In her eyes, this kind of ineffective drink was similar to the fruit juice and milk in the tavern. Nolan did not have many academic spellcasters who liked to hang out in the tavern.
“Didn’t you see the advertisement?”
The spellcaster said as he opened another can of Sin Cola. He looked at the can in his hand and carefully examined it. After there was no pattern, he drank the Sin Cola in his hand with a complicated feeling.
“Advertisement?”
There was no television in Gutaya’s alchemy shop. However, opposite her shop was the headquarters of the Black Pigeon News Agency. The windows of the news agency’s five-story High building formed a television projection.
