The morning sunlight cascaded through the windows of the Flowing Ale Inn, illuminating the dining area with a warm glow. Seated at a table, Michael savored a hearty breakfast, relishing the flavors of crispy bacon and perfectly cooked eggs. With each bite, he maintained impeccable table manners, a stark contrast to the untamed savagery he displayed during the previous night's dinner date with Xiao Qing. Today, however, he had an important meeting to attend, and it was crucial that he exuded an aura of dignity and mystery.
As Michael calmly enjoyed his meal, his eyes scanned the room, searching for a familiar face. Excitement tinged with a hint of nervousness radiated from Daniel as he entered the inn. He spotted Michael amidst the crowd and approached the table, his footsteps measured and deliberate. Daniel knew better than to interrupt without first being acknowledged by this master.
