That's right, Anthony is here to eat!

The elven king's pointed ears twitched slightly, and his brow furrowed imperceptibly, and then stretched.

He could feel that the moment he and the others entered the restaurant, the breath in the originally lively lobby suddenly stagnated, and then quickly returned to normal.

If you look at everyone in the lobby as a whole, it is as if there was a moment when this "person" held his breath because of the high level of tension.

But the Elven King didn't care, and didn't even say anything to Anthony or the other companions.

Operating in the hinterland of the Holy Empire, and now that he has come to one of the strategic towns, he and the others may have been watched for a long time.

This restaurant seems to be noisy and chaotic, but in fact, there should be a considerable number of "diners", and its purpose is not to eat here at all.

But so what, following Anthony, others are at most watching and snooping, and they don't dare to have a little extra action. The elven king only needs to come with his eyes and ears, and the rest is handled by Anthony, but he doesn't have to worry about it.

Everyone found a large table and sat down, called the restaurant guys, and ordered a few of the signature dishes here.

When the wine and food came up, everyone was not polite, and they started eating directly.

As for whether there will be poison in the food and drink, there is no need to worry about it at all.

If the Holy Empire dares to make a move, there will be more opportunities to do it along the way. There is no need to take out such a small method as poisoning wine and food that cannot be put on the table, so there is no need to take it out to be embarrassing.

There are always more than a dozen or twenty square tables in the lobby, although they are not completely overwhelmed, but they are also full. At least ten of them seemed to be eating happily, but in fact, their attention had been on Anthony and the others, and they probably didn't know what was chewing in their mouths.

In addition, some of the lines that were not specially arranged had suspicious faces, and from time to time they raised their heads and looked at Anthony's table.

Names such as the number one master in the human world and the legend of the continent are known all over the world, but there are not too many people who have seen Anthony's appearance. But in the Holy Empire, there are far more people who have seen his portrait than the rest of the continent.

Those who do not know how to hide their diners are obviously curious about this young man who "resembles" the sworn enemy of his country.

In the corner of the lobby, there is a smaller round table, and next to it sits a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard.

His face looked terrible, and his appearance looked like he hadn't taken good care of it for days. At this time, a person is pouring himself a drink, and the clouds are full of sorrow, and he is indifferent to the situation in the outside world.

The middle-aged man's name is Thomas, and he is a small bishop of the Holy See in Munich, responsible for the Holy See's procurement and inspection of magic crystals.

The amount of magic crystals that the entire Bright Sect needs to consume every day is a huge amount, and the supply of these magic crystals is controlled by procurement personnel like Thomas.

Although he said that he had checked the magic crystal that was okay and sent it up, there were also higher-level bigwigs in the back who checked it layer by layer. But generally, they just look like they don't really have much of the mind to look closely.

So in fact, the quality of the magic crystal is guaranteed by a small person like Thomas, which can be described as a light responsibility.

Thomas is a careful and cautious person, and he has never had any problems with the magic crystals he handles, and he has won the praise and trust of his superiors.

However, these praises and trusts don't seem to be of any use.

Thomas thought.

It's just because the Bishop has been a little annoyed lately.

Oh no, it's a bit of a hassle.

Big trouble.

Thomas is conscientious in his work, and after a tiring day, he always finds some fun to relax.

So, when the somewhat lustful bishop was looking for "prey" in the city of Munich recently, he met a hot and passionate girl.

The two sides of Lang had the intention of having a concubine, and the dried vegetables were on fire, and soon the friendship developed to the bed.

Contented, Thomas rejoiced for a few days, and by chance, he suddenly learned that the girl was someone else's mistress.

A mistress is a mistress, and Master Thomas never thought of marrying such a courtesan back home. Everyone plays on the spot, so they can get together and disperse, but there is no need to pay attention to the identity background.

But when he heard the name of the "like-minded", the bishop bounced out of bed and almost hit his head in the corner.

The one who kept this girl as a mistress is actually a big shot!

He is one of the greatest nobles in the city of Munich, and he is also related to the current Holy Emperor, and he is a relative of the emperor!

Now, things are in a big deal.

What's even bigger is that the big nobleman somehow knew about the existence of his little bishop Thomas.

Isn't this a human life!

Although it is said that in the Holy Empire, the status of the Holy See of Light is above the imperial power, but it also depends on the magnitude.

The Pope can naturally take the emperor as a son, and the cardinal can also make the lord of Munich kneel down as a dog. But Thomas, a little bishop, what does he use to wrestle with a big nobleman who is a relative of the royal family?

The bishop begged his grandfather to tell his grandmother about finding someone to entrust him, and finally found a way: the mistress of the great nobles, who had recently been favored—was another mistress—who was willing to help him, and gave him a few kind words in front of the great nobles to defuse the crisis.

However, of course, this help is not for nothing, and you have to charge some benefit fees.

Thomas had a bloody investment when he was in a relationship before, and when he found the right target, most of the flesh had already been cut.

The favored mistress was not an ordinary big appetite, and Thomas thought that he would have to owe the debt for the rest of his life before he could meet her demands.

Fortunately, the girl he hooked up with was just the mistress of the big nobles, and if it was this one who was favored, it was estimated that he would sell himself ten times or eight times, and it might not be enough to repay the debt.

Even if he was prepared to go into debt, the bishop realized that the debt was not something you could just owe if you wanted to.

I don't know who leaked the news in the process of trusting the relationship. Everyone heard that he had offended the great nobles, and for fear that they would be angry if they lent him money, they all drew a line with Thomas.

With no money on his body, no place to borrow, Thomas is desperate, he can only borrow wine here to drown his sorrows, and he can live one day at a time.

The Bishop reached for the flask and tried to pour himself another glass of wine. Who knew that it had been poured for a long time, but there was not a drop.

He was angry and just felt that everything was not going well. Just as he was about to raise his hand to throw away the flask, he suddenly remembered his current situation, sighed in his mouth, and gently put the flask back on the table.

"Dude!"

Thomas shouted without looking back.

Strangely, he didn't hear a response.

"Man, another jug of wine!"

This time he raised his voice, but the guy at the restaurant still didn't seem to hear it.

Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly felt a darkness in front of him, and a huge shadow enveloped him.

Then, the shadow removed, and a young man sat down beside him unceremoniously.