Verinia sauntered off to serve another table, but she was laughing deeply in her heart.
This fool. This absolute donkey.
Look at him, just eating whatever she put in front of him like a naive child. He didn't even know that it was poisoned.
Pfft— this was too good.
Having pulled this prank, her every step was light and cheery. She was now in a good mood to deal with indecently behaving customers.
Naturally, her bright eyes noticed the group of three sitting in the corner. There was a newcomer, and he was dressed in extravagant clothing.
It wasn't so much that the designs of his clothing were preposterous, but they were clearly made of quality material. Moreover, the colours were garish and they clashed.
His face was handsome, but he also looked like a peacock with poor taste and an affinity for bad fashion. Whatever good looks his face had were completely washed out.
