The restaurant was located on the second floor of the castle.
Count Sisre was obviously one of the rarest nobles, someone who had a " self-cultivation requirement."
The best proof was that the clock on the wall had just struck eight o'clock, and the servants in the mansion were already busy preparing breakfast.
To be able to eat breakfast on time…
Oh my god! This was simply unbelievable.
When Vivian and Liz arrived at the spacious and bright dining room, there were already maids waiting for them. They took them to their seats, set the cutlery, and arranged the dining cloth.
A delicious aroma wafted into his nose, and the exquisite silver cutlery was filled with sumptuous food.
The golden eggs were cut into soft pieces that were easy to eat.
It was obviously a freshly baked croissant that was still emitting heat. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. A small slit was cut in the middle with a knife, and the mellow cream slowly flowed out.
