1033 Nightlife 1033 Nightlife “Really buying me a drink?”
Lanaia quickly abandoned her responsibilities and led the way, finally relaxing after a short walk.
“What’s wrong, don’t trust my honor?”
“Honor aside… I’m just curious where you’re keeping the money with that getup?”
Unfortunately for him, Lanaia, experienced as she was, wasn’t easily fooled, even by the dim streetlights as she scrutinized him from head to toe.
The question was indeed sharp because the man was wearing a black War Armor that covered his entire body, sleek in design and fierce in appearance.
There was even a wing-shaped cloak added to the back, making him look as if he had just returned from a comic convention.
“Although I know things are pretty casual over at Heaven’s Commencement Institute, isn’t your outfit a bit too extravagant?”
Lanaia couldn’t help but make a snide comment.
“Isn’t it cool?”
Professor Fu nodded again and again, seriously considering the opinion of the head of the Punishment Department, and finally asked.
…
Although he hated to admit it, purely from a design standpoint, the skin-tight War Armor was indeed uniquely elegant and domineering.
“Cool, sure… but my question stands, do you have a place to hold money on you?”
She begrudgingly acknowledged the design but didn’t lose track of her initial point.
Hmph!
Fu Qian gave a look that said ‘I see you’ve got taste,’ and then turned his body slightly.
There really was…
As he moved, Lanaia immediately spotted a hidden compartment on the right side of his waist and was temporarily speechless.
“Let’s go… I know a place with pretty good taste.”
“Do you think they’ll find my outfit cool?”
“Don’t worry, people who come out to drink in the middle of the night won’t be easily scared.”
…
“Are you sure it’s here?”
Moments later, Fu Qian frowned as he looked at the small establishment in front of him.
“So, this is your idea of ‘not bad’, huh?”
With his keen senses, he could tell that the scents wafting from inside were not those of perfumes or fake hormonal booze but the full array of smells from frying, sautéeing, and cooking.
Here I thought you lived a life of drunken dreams every day, and now you bring me to a midnight diner?
“The drinks really are good here.”
Facing disdain, Lanaia skillfully pushed the door open and entered.
…
The space was admittedly small, with a classic U-shaped bar where a middle-aged couple bustling around inside, whose demeanors differed greatly but strangely complemented each other when they stood together.
“Back already?”
Seeing Lanaia, the lady with the appearance of the hostess greeted her warmly, nodding towards a side.
“Too bad your stuff was just cleared away.”
It seemed Lanaia had been sitting there drinking just before she left, and now her spot was taken by a new customer— a rather young-looking woman.
“It’s fine, we can sit here.”
Lanaia didn’t seem to mind, pulling Fu Qian to the only small table in the corner.
Then, the hostess brought over two delicate porcelain bottles.
No need to ask, this was the legendary house good liquor.
Without a greeting, Lanaia eagerly filled a cup, continuing her previous mood.
She wasn’t wrong—in response to Fu Qian’s cool attire, most people at the bar only looked a few times at the start, and their reactions were mostly appreciative, then they carried on with their conversations.
And where the two of them sat was undoubtedly the best spot for eavesdropping.
Fu Qian listened to several snippets of conversation, almost all related to the suddenly appeared Red Moon, and the core idea was very simple—blame the Transcendents.
Of course, hidden envy permeated the various flamboyant criticisms.
“What do you think is up with that moon?”
Lanaia quickly joined in, speaking in the same gossiping tone.
[That woman recognizes you]
Meanwhile, after dipping her fingers in the drink, she scratched the table surface with remarkable precision, leaving a line of text.
[Could it be because of my outfit?]