The door was pushed open again, and as soon as Panticil entered, he saw the guests standing at the door.

Welcome!

Then, as was his habit, he said, "All bread in this shop costs 35 silver coins. If you can't accept that, please leave now."

He glanced at the tall Arthur.

"Let me warn you first, the last person who tried to cause trouble is still lying in the Monastery of Light, drinking holy water."

Li Aili: "..."

The meaning behind those words is quite brutal and should not be thought about too deeply!

Hey! You're going to be a lawyer who makes over 90% of the world's big shots tremble in fear!

Please abide by the law!

The two took their seats.

The Elf Prince tied on his apron and went into the kitchen.

Peng Yuren brought over the menu and offered warm, nanny-like service, saying, "Hello, guest, today's chef's specialty is Elf Butter Bread."

"All products are grown by elves."

"Green, natural... well, a bit pricey."

Peng Yuren: "So, what would you like to eat?"

Li Aili flipped through the menu.

Well, compared to prices in Tankar 1000 years from now, this is really affordable.

However, Arthur stared at the menu in shock. "The Treasurer said at the last meeting that the residents of the Lower City can earn at least two gold coins a year."

“Residents of the central district will earn at least 6 gold coins.”

"How much would it cost at least to have a meal here?"

Peng Yuren's eyes darted nervously left and right. "It's probably only four or five gold coins..."

Arthur: "…………"

If Li Aili hadn't held his hand down...

The empire's second prince can stand up now and shut down this 'black shop'.

Li Aili ordered all the desserts on the menu.

Then, under Arthur's watchful gaze, he ordered two seasonal garden salads.

Before long, the dishes were served one after another.

Li Aili stared at the table full of... culinary disasters and fell into a brief silence.

Arthur raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the blackened, burnt bread in front of him, his expression actually relaxing a bit.