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In the private chamber, Adam leisurely sipped wine with Alexander. Two maids massaged Adam's shoulders while Alexander mumbled something to himself, looking rather miserable.

With his eyes closed, Adam relished the moment but was interrupted by the smell of smoke. He opened one eye, intrigued.

"A cigarette?" Adam raised an eyebrow, looking slightly taken aback.

"Huh? You know about these things?" Alexander shook the cigarette box, and Adam frowned, recognizing the familiar design. "These have been popular in Avalonia for the past two years. I remember one guy making quite a fortune selling these. Although he had some legal troubles and is currently in prison,

"I see… Lend me the pack." Adam nodded and reached out his hand, to which Alexander looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Alicia, give our guest a shoulder massage."