The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort Chapter 97 Lost At The Marketplace

How the hell did I end up like this...

Mikhailis stood in the middle of a bustling market street, his face a comical mix of bewildernt and amusent. He looked around, trying to make sense of the chaos surrounding him. People jostled past, their colorful clothes a stark contrast to the drab attire he was used to back on Earth.

Vendors shouted their wares in voices that seed to compete with the very air itself, while children darted between stalls like mischievous sprites. Strange, enticing slls wafted from all directions, making his stomach growl despite his confusion.

"Aren't they supposed to be my escort...?" Mikhailis muttered under his breath, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

Rodion's voice chid in, calm and slightly mocking.