Chapter 908: Death Sentence (Part One)

⟬ A few bells later. ⟭ 

"Two more orders of the lamb," Tycondrius tapped his fingers on the table... before turning to the waitress and adding, "Please."

The curly-haired human girl folded her hands, looking to him and then glancing at the dishes spread out in front of Sol Invictus. 

Several empty plates were already stacked by Tycon's side-- coin well spent. 

Still, there was nothing apparent to excuse the woman's uncertainty. 

"Shall... I put it in a container, Sir?" She asked. 

Tycon narrowed his eyes, "No, that will not be necessary. And bring another pitcher of drink..."

According to the quality, he did not choose to remember its name. 

"Y-you'll be eating them here?" Said the wide-eyed waitress. 

Tycon placed his palm to his forehead.

Oh, no. 

She was an idiot. 

When food is ordered at a restaurant... it is best consumed at the table.