Even If I’m Reborn as a Cute Dragon Girl, I Will Still Make a Harem Book 5: Chapter 93: How Generous!

Jeorgetown City was buzzing with excitent! News had spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the city within just an hour.

Clair looked at the flier in front of him, feeling dismayed. It read:

To all the esteed heroes of the world,

Prince Yeager, the Eighth Prince, has graciously reserved thirteen finest restaurants for your enjoynt. All participants of the Great Celestial Rite’s Martial God Tournant are cordially invited to dine at these top-class establishnts free of charge.

No ti limit! No restrictions on the number of people! Indulge yourselves to the fullest!

“Thirteen restaurants, all free of charge?” Clair calculated the cost in his head and was astounded by the astronomical figure. He skeptically scanned the flier again. “Is there really such a generous person in the world?”

“Hey there, where are you from?” A muscular man distributing the flyers approached Clair, putting his arm around his shoulders.

“Shadow Theocracy.”

“No wonder!” the big man exclaid, slapping his thigh as if he had figured sothing out. “It’s not surprising that an outsider doesn’t know that Prince Yeager is well-known for his generosity in our Holy Dragon Empire!”

“Really?”

“Absolutely! Why would we fabricate stories about a mber of the imperial family? I’m just a laborer. I wouldn’t waste my ti singing praises of him if it wasn’t the truth. I have nothing to gain from it!”

The muscular man gave Clair a thumbs up and continued earnestly, “Everyone in the Holy Dragon Empire is well aware of the Eighth Prince’s outstanding character. He helps the old ladies with crossing the road and does all those small acts of kindness. Not long ago, at the Reception Building, the one with an anti-magic array, a half-saint level vicious beast broke in and caused panic among the participants. But the Eighth Prince didn’t hesitate. He rolled up his sleeves and beat the beast to death with his fists even though he’s a mage!”

Clair gasped upon learning how formidable the prince truly was. He would be a tough opponent in the tournant.

“Then this flier is…”

“Real, of course! If you still don’t believe it, why don’t you go to the address ntioned on it and see for yourself? The Eighth Prince has reserved all the finest restaurants in the city. They’re easy to find!”

“Maybe… I should do just that,” Clair thought to himself. He had co all the way from the Shadow Theocracy, and his funds were running low.

“Alright, I’ll go and take a look. If it’s indeed true, then I, Clair, will be forever grateful to his generosity.”

“Be on your way now. Oh, how I envy you guys. It’s a pity I’m just a lowly laborer. Otherwise, I’d love to join in the fun.”

The muscular man shook the flier in his hand and turned around. He seed lonely, being left out of the fun, but the smile tugging at the corner of his lips could not be wiped away.

Another one in the bag. Looks like I have over fulfilled today’s task.

Although the locals did not fall for the trap thanks to the Eighth Prince’s reputation, he had no difficulty in deceiving outsiders. Besides, offering free food was a surefire way to attract people. Even so, his conscience could not bear it for long.

“Hello, can you co with us?”

A middle-aged man in a distinctive silver uniform blocked the muscular man’s path. The muscular man’s eyes widened in shock. Anyone who had stayed in Jeorgetown City for a few days would know that they were from the Law Enforcent Team. These people had been tirelessly patrolling the streets for the past few days.

The man was astonished by how quickly he managed to draw the attention of the Law Enforcent Team!

For the very first ti, the Law Enforcent Team was loathed by the good citizens of Jeorgetown City for their work efficiency and reliability.

Rembering the instructions Lilith had given to them before she left, the muscular man forced a friendly smile and nodded at the middle-aged man.

“Big brother, I’m a good, law-abiding citizen. I’ve never even hard a chicken. How can I help you?”

The middle-aged man checked the roster in his hand. “Kabul Doland, right?”

“Yes, yes, that’s . I’m Kabul from east street. I have only one younger brother and one younger sister at ho. I’m a peak rank nine martial warrior. I studied at the Holy Dragon National Academy, and my ntor is Mr. Nishizawa, known as the Silver Wolf.”

The middle-aged man looked surprised. He had not expected such honesty and a clear account even before he even asked any questions.

He patted Kabul’s shoulder with relief. “Don’t worry, just follow . I won’t make things difficult for you. Our leader would like to invite you for a cup of tea.”

Kabul’s face turned pale at the ntion of tea.

“I appreciate the gesture, but I can do without the tea.”

“The Law Enforcent Team is one of the representatives of Jeorgetown City. We can afford to treat you to a cup of tea.”

“Please, I insist on canceling the tea drinking session. Plain water will do just fine!”

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Clair stood at the entrance of the restaurant, staring at the sparkling golden words that read “The Eight Prince Restaurant” on the front door. Even soone as well mannered as him nearly blurted out a “what the f̲u̲c̲k̲” at it.

The restaurant literally lived up to its regal na, with the signboard even crafted from solid gold!

Clair marveled at the size of the gold piece, estimating its worth to be at least a thousand gold coins.

As soon as he stepped inside, a beautiful maid approached him and respectfully bowed. “Welco, please present your invitation letter for the Great Celestial Rite.”

While the maid was bowing, Clair’s attention was imdiately drawn to her deep cleavage. The alluring sight nearly made his eyes pop out, but he quickly averted his gaze and tried to remain composed as he fumbled to retrieve the black invitation from his chest pocket.

After checking the invitation letter, the maid led Clair into the dining hall. As they entered, Clair noticed that all the private rooms in the elegant pavilion were already occupied, leaving only a few empty seats scattered in the corners of the hall.

As Clair navigated through the sea of guests, he recognized many of them from a book he had read. It was titled “Enemies To Watch Out For In The Martial God Tournant”. It seed that these individuals were indeed renowned figures.

“May I take your order, sir?” The maid handed him a nu book.

Clair casually flipped through its pages, impressed by the variety of enticing dishes offered in the restaurant. However, the prices listed below each dish were exorbitant, far beyond what Clair could afford with his limited funds. To his surprise, each price was now crossed out in red, replaced with the number “0” in bold and attention-grabbing font.

It was only at this mont, Clair was finally convinced that he could get a free al here.

“I’ll have this one, and this one… oh, and this one too.” Clair selected a few of the most expensive dishes, knowing that he would not have to pay a single coin.

“Very well. Please wait a mont.” The maid quickly jotted down the nas of the chosen dishes in her notebook. With a dutiful smile, she bowed slightly once again.

“The dishes will be served shortly. However, I must remind you that although als in this restaurant are free, wastage of food is not allowed.”

“What happens if I can’t finish my food?” Clair asked curiously.

“If there are leftovers…”