Chapitre 165: Cursed Beauty

It was none other than… Sapphira Cyrene!

His pupils shook. 

The moment she saw him, her breath hitched. 

He walked toward them and looked at both women. Their eyes were locked on his face. Clearly, they were shocked to see him here.

"I've been here since the early hours of the morning and I haven't been served even warm milk." Asher said with a plain expression.

Sapphira raised an eyebrow. 

"Did you order it?" 

Priscillia looked at her and coughed softly. "My Lord, what would you like to eat?"

Asher pursed his lips. "What's your best?" 

Sapphira rolled her eyes at Asher while Priscillia dutifully made known her best dish and in the end, Asher neglected all and chose the King Bread and a warm cup of the most expertly prepared Moonlit Starhorn Milk, which went for about 1 gold coin.

And it only filled a mug.