There was no need for an answer. Faced with an unprecedented emergency, Pligel immediately threw down his kitchen knife and went up to the restaurant. Ash quickly followed him.
The troublesome customers were elegantly seated at the table. Upon seeing Pligel and Ash, they each greeted them warmly.
“Pligel Knight, you’re finally here.”
“Hey, Ash. Long time no see.”
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Lemon-roasted chicken was brought to the luxuriously set table, flaunting its delicious appearance. A conversation accompanied by tasty food—what a splendid setting for a negotiation table.
“Mmm, delicious.”
“Eat plenty, Ailette.”
“You too.”
While Reed and I cheerfully sliced the chicken, Pligel finished checking the documents proving ownership of the building. A deep sigh seemed to pierce through his mask.
“What brings you here?”
“Didn’t the waiter next to you convey the message? I said we came to request the demolition of illegal facilities.”
I replied politely and put a piece of chicken in my mouth.…