In response to Albus's question, Lumian let out a soft laugh and muttered to himself, This guy seems pretty sharp…
No idea when he was exiled to Morora, but this must be his first time eating here…
Did he come here because he noticed some people in Morora behaving strangely after eating at this bar?
As these thoughts raced through his mind, Lumian slapped the bar counter.
He jumped off the stool and coldly said to the bartender, whose expression had remained grim.
"Serving this kind of meat as steak to me? Get your boss out here!"
The bartender was taken aback. "Are you certain?"
He wasn't embarrassed or angry at Lumian's attitude; instead, there seemed to be a slight hint of pleasant surprise.
Lumian didn't answer but conveyed with his eyes that he wanted the boss to hurry up and come out.
The bartender immediately shouted, "Boss! Boss! Someone's about to wreck your bar!"
