"There's nothing wrong with the taste. The food is delicious. There's no doubt about that." Leon said. As he picked up another slice of beast at from one of six other dishes, he continued, "However…"
"However…?"
"The food was not worth the price." Leon sighed with mild disappointnt.
Eating at Twilight Palace was not much different from eating back at the Royal Palace. The taste was on the sa level. Even the energy contained in the at was also on the sa level.
"Would you mind elaborating, Esteed Custor?" The waiter asked politely. However, the male waiter's smile had beco more forced.
"It's nothing much. I was just expecting sothing better."
Leon shook his head.
"I see… If there's nothing else, I shall leave and allow esteed custors to enjoy your private al." The waited bowed and took his leave.
Leon shook his head again.
He could tell that the waiter had taken his words the wrong way, but he was too lazy to explain. Even the palace would not charge as much as this place if they were to open their doors for business.
The Steakhouse also served better food at a much lower price. The taste was important, but the energy was even more so. This was a world where strength trumps everything.
Despite holding such clear advantages, the Steakhouse was still not as famous as this Twilight Palace on Aurelia Mountain Road. As for the reason being, Leon could faintly guess why.
The difference lay in their nus. In this regard, Twilight Palace had been more ticulous. They had their recomndations for each dish to cater to the different tastes of people and the constitution of Awakeners.
The human body was composed of the five elents. There was usually no problem with ingesting mild amounts of each elent.
However, substantial amounts would make an Awakener feel uncomfortable and even unwell if the elent was incompatible with their body.
Death was also a possibility depending on their conditions.
With the high-energy content of the als provided by the Steakhouse, it was not strange that there would be people who enjoy it and people who would not co back a second ti. It was like a gamble; it was all about first impressions.
Faelyn did not plan to say anything, but since Leon said sothing, she also decided to input her opinion. "Hmm, I do feel the food is a bit lacking."
"Specifically speaking, you are talking about both the taste and energy, right?"
"Yeah!"
Leon smiled wryly and said, "You cannot compare human food with elven food. That is just plain bullying. We don't have many wood-users to cultivate high-quality fruits and vegetables like your elven tribe do."
Listening to Leon's explanation, Faelyn did feel a bit embarrassed as Leon made it sound like she was looking down on human food. She glared at him, before biting her lips softly and said, "This salad feels a bit lacking, but the at was quite nice."
"Is that so? That is interesting to hear. It seems that the preconception that elves do not eat at got broken today." Leon laughed lightly.
"What are you even trying to say?" Faelyn said coyly. "It's true that a majority of our elven tribe only eat fruits and veggies, but that's because our self-cultivated crops taste so much better. It's not like our tribe has any rule that prohibits us from eating at."
"Our hunter warriors are all big at lovers. We consider it a big sin if the at of a beast we killed doesn't get eaten instead. After all, our elven tribe often gets attacked by beasts wandering into our great forest yearly. We have no choice but to kill them since we have no ans to ta or send them away. It would be a waste not to eat them."
The maids listened attentively with wide eyes and gaping mouth. Like the prince had ntioned, their preconception of elves had been destroyed today.
Not everything depicted in storybooks is accurate. But then again, they did not know elves were even real until the envoys arrived.
"Since you have nothing against eating at. I will take you to a better place to eat at next ti. Of course, you must be prepared to pay for my al then." Leon smiled.
Faelyn looked at Leon with doubt and cautiously asked, "Will the als there be even more expensive since you say it is better?"
"You don't have to worry about that. The prices there are very fair, unlike this place. This place is simply unreasonable with its pricing." Leon curtly said as he picked up another piece of at to eat.
The at was not as good when it is cooled.
However, his hand wobbled out of his control and made the forked at miss its intended destination, landing on the side of his mouth.
The forked at retracted a bit before missing again. This ti, it landed on the other side of Leon's mouth.
Only on the third attempt did he succeeded in placing the at in his mouth. However, there were two smudges of sauce on the sides of his mouth.
Wiping his mouth with a tissue, Leon was a bit gloomy while Faelyn laughed, "What are you doing? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
Picking up another piece, Leon could feel his arms losing control again when his muscles contracted to bring the forked at closer.
Having undergone intensive training and exhausting all his arm strength previously, both his arms were now like dead logs that refused to move. When he attempts to move his arms, they will shake profusely.
"I know you are a bit dissatisfied, but it's too much to be playing around with your food, don't you think?" Faelyn said after seeing Leon waving the forked at around in front of his face.
Leon's lips twitched upon hearing this.
…
anwhile, outside the VIP lounge, the young nobles had degraded to throwing insults along the lines of "Your mother is a…" and "Your father is a…" and so on.
"Young Master Nelson, I know you are not usually this brave unless you have found yourself a powerful backer. We all know the elven princess is inside along with two palace maids. They shouldn't be your backer. It must be the last person, right? Why don't you tell us who he is?" A young noble asked with compromise. His throat was parched, and his voice was hoarse.
Despite a hint of tiredness being seen in Nelson's eyes, he still answered confidently, "He is soone you cannot offend!"
The young nobles wanted to rebuke imdiately, but they did not have the sa energy as they did previously. They slowly and lazily sneered, "And who would that be? Can he offend all of us?"
The used the sa tactics they did not Young Master Conrad, believing they had strength in numbers.
The Montgory family was quite successful and influential, but did they not also get Young Master Conrad to bend his will for them?
Young Master Conrad was similarly tired from keeping this crowd in check. However, upon hearing Nelson's words, his brain began to churn into gear. He made a startling guess and soon steeled his heart with resolution.
The young nobles and young masters were more or less acquainted with one another.
Although they would have their social circles, they were familiar enough to know about each other due to the nobles' various social functions and gatherings.
If he had to na one person, he was not familiar with, or rather everyone was not familiar with, soone that also had enough status for Nelson to be willing to offend everyone for, it would have to be…
"Everyone, you have crowded around here and impacted my family's business for long enough. I think everyone should leave while I am still asking nicely." Young Master Conrad said firmly.
"What the! There's no one walking around here. We aren't obstructing anyone's path!"
"Why did this Young Master Conrad suddenly want to kick us out? Did he realize sothing?"
The young nobles all began to frown and discuss, but no one was moving.
"Where are my guards?!"
"Holy sh*t. We'll leave, alright?"
The young nobles were finally startled into moving after Young Master Conrad exerted his authority to call the guards. They were good with words but strength-wise? They were no match for the Montgory family's guards.
"Damn… it's the first ti I've seen Young Master Conrad snapped. How scary."
"I think he has grown impatient and ate so gunpowder or sothing."
"Man, my throat is so dry. Maybe I can grab a cup of water or sothing…"
"Sa here…"
The young nobles unwillingly mumbled as they left.
At the sa ti, they were more curious about what Young Master Conrad realized. Who was inside the VIP lounge?
Young Master Conrad watched them leave with a sigh of relief, but then he frowned when he realized there was still one person that remained behind.
This person had chosen a very inconspicuous spot to sit in the back. Thus, he had not noticed this person until after the young nobles moved away.
"Baron Grant? Aren't you a bit old to also be chasing after the elven princess along with the rest of these kids, Sir?" Young Master Conrad asked jokingly with so respect.
"I did not co for the elven princess. I have sothing private I wish to speak with the prince. Thus, I do not mind waiting." Baron Grant said while flashing a light smile.
Young Master Conrad sighed with relief as he had made the right call. It was indeed the prince inside the VIP lounge.
At the sa ti, the young nobles had yet to leave very far when they heard this piece of information and trembled with trepidation.
Back inside the VIP lounge, Leon wore a pondering look of curiosity as nothing outside had escaped his divine sense.
"I'll be excusing myself for a bit."
Faelyn was taken aback as she looked at the table full of food. Looking at Leon, she asks, "Where are you suddenly going?"
"eting soone outside who wishes to speak with ."
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