Sylvester stared at the juicy, tender-looking fried piece of meat in his hand. It looked like a leg piece of a chicken, but three times bigger. Even the texture of the fried batter coating looked similar to normal, except for the different colors.
"Bring me a menu," Sylvester demanded. "No, bring me one item of each dish from the menu."
"What?!" Dalgan almost cursed there. "But… I don't have that much money."
"Don't they accept gold?"
"No, only paper currency is used that's regulated by the Imperial Bank. Gold was demonetized even before I was born." Dalgan explained and placed the money he had left with on the table. "This is the currency. I only have a few. It comes in five, twenty, hundred, and a thousand denominations."
"How much did this meal cost?"
"Fifteen."
