Chapter 411


    The waiter was warm and weing and observant enough to notice that they weren''t local. His


    eyes lit up the moment he saw Hanson nodding. "These are all of our signature dishes. You


    wouldn''t be able to find them elsewhere! Would you like to try these?" he said while flipping through


    the menu.


    The dishes he rmended were extremely pricey—the regr consumer wouldn''t have been


    able to afford such meals. After adding all the courses, the total bill would probably go up to 10,000.


    Of course, the waiter had his benefits—he''d earn more if his customers spent more. Hanson didn''t


    hesitate even after seeing the prices on the menu. The total cost of the dishes was about the same


    as the price of one te in Hammond, after all. "Sure," he replied.


    "Great! Give me a minute, my dearest guests. I''ll deliver the food to you in a while!" The waiter


    looked absolutely ted as he hurried off to prepare the food. He had been right—the customers


    who had just entered were rich folks! It''s rare to get such customers around here. I''ll have to suck


    them dry tonight, or else I might not find someone like them for the whole of next year! The


    commission from what they just ordered is already enough to pay my sry for half a year. I''ll have


    to give them the best service I can afford. Perhaps I can earn a little more from them, the waiter


    thought. He was starstruck by the amount of money he was getting.


    Right then, Larry started a conversation with a smile. "You guys seem to be doing well here. It''s


    pretty rare to see so many peopleing over for a singing performance, huh," hemented.


    The waiter chuckled as he continued the conversation with Larry. "You probably haven''t heard about


    the legends in our area since you''re from another town. The performer here, Master Gordon, is an


    extremely famous man. The only song he performs is the Legend of the Great Chemist. There are


    more than 10,000 people who visit every year just to watch this performance. Naturally, they would


    end up eating and staying in this building," the waiter exined. The waiter chatted with Larry as if


    they were old friends, and he was d to do so—he figured that Hanson might spend more on food


    if he could hold a conversation with them.


    "I see," Larry smiled as he replied politely. "Well, why don''t you give us one of the best wines you


    have here? This is an interesting story, and I''d like to hear more of it," Larry continued after flipping


    through the menu. Did he just ask for the best wine? If I manage to sell this to them, I will get a


    highermission than a year''s worth of sry.


    The waiter sent the wine to their table without informing them of the price. Then, he hastily popped


    the cork before they could change their minds. "Please try our signature wine. I promise this is the


    best wine you''d have tasted in a while." After he had poured the wine for his guests, he continued


    with the story earlier. "What else would you guys like to know?" he asked.


    "This wine is delicious," Larry praised after taking a sip. Still, he didn''t seem like he was in a rush to


    question the waiter about Gordon.


    "Well, of course! This wine is what our store is known for. You wouldn''t be able to find another ce


    around here that serves wine as great as this!" The waiter sounded highly proud of his workce.


    Yet, deep down, he was praying that these wealthy guests would buy a few more bottles of wine


    from him.


    Regardless, Larry didn''t actually mean what he said. Pfft. How is this wine good? I can''t believe we


    have to pay 50,000 for this. Do they think that we''ve never tried good quality wine in our lives? He


    had to force the remaining wine down his throat before he continued speaking. "I saw many people


    heading backstage after the performance was over. Did they go to get Master Gordon''s autograph


    or something? We would like to get Master Gordon''s autograph too. Do we need to prepare


    anything for that?" Larry asked.


    "Hah! They aren''t asking for autographs at all." The waiter saw them as clueless fools at that


    moment. "All of them were trying to ask about the Apothecary''s Family whereabouts," he whispered


    to Larry.


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    Vania frowned the moment she heard the waiter''s words. "What''s the Apothecary''s Family?" she


    inquired in the most casual tone she could manage.


    The waiter looked even more pleased with himself when he saw the curious looks on his guests''


    faces. "You guys are obviously tourists! I can''t believe you guys haven''t heard of our legends at all,"


    he eximed.