Bab 1255: Mad Man

This was a restaurant in clouds, built of purple clouds. It looked straight out of a painting, reminiscent of the residence of gods. 

When Varian followed behind Hazel, he attracted a lot of attention. While Hazel's identity was already known thanks to the 'announcements' made by the ruling family, Varian was a nobody.

He shouldn't even appear here in the first place.

People pointed fingers at him, chatting in hushed voices, forecasting his fate. Some even began to bet on his death, how he would die and so on.

Hazel was already immune to those gazes. She was just worried how Varian would react.

To her surprise and relief, he didn't even glance at the high-profile diners in the restaurant.

If anything, he had contempt for this whole place, as if he was doing it a great favor by stepping in.

The main room of the restaurant was booked by the crown prince—the son of the holy matriarch.