With that in mind, Sabot brought everyone to leave.
Suddenly, Tom Weasel looked towards the cabin entry of The Redbud with a strange expression. He spoke in a surprised tone.
“Oh… There’s another honored guest beside Mister Sunders. And it’s a…”
Weasel paused a while before saying, “A golden card owner!”
A golden card owner?
Tom Weasel said that aloud, so Sabot heard him as well.
A golden card owner here? Who is it?
“Maybe it’s ‘Dryad’ Boko?” Heroline pondered.
Jellal closed his eyes and waved his metal staff. Then he re-opened his eyes and shook his head. “Not him. I don’t sense his presence within a hundred kilometers.”
Then…?
Sabot looked at the apprentices from the Three Major Wizard Organizations. One of them had a golden card?
However, all of them were just as lost as he was.
Tsk. How could one of the apprentices possess a golden card when the true wizards did not even have one?
But…
Whoever might the owner be? Since even wizards could not have a golden card?
Everyone looked at Tom Weasel again, who was talking in a singing voice.
Weasel did not intend to hide at all, or rather, he did not find it necessary to hide the truth. Barbie’s Restaurant always gave their best treatment towards the owner of a golden card.
Under everyone’s gaze, wearing his signature laughter and peg-top ballet spin, Tom Weasel made a great leap from the restaurant door, left a white trail in the air, and landed on the deck of The Redbud without causing the tiniest bit of dust.
He took out his microphone again from some unknown place. He also took out a gentleman’s top hat this time.
While walking his splay-feet steps, he put on the hat. His tattered clothes also became cleaner with each of his steps. When he finally stopped in front of a surprised young man, Tom Weasel was wearing a completely different look. The mad, shaggy creature had turned into a passionate, gracefully dressed gentleman wearing clean, glossy hair.
The same idea reached every supernatural’s mind: he still looked the same creature, but he was giving out a totally different aura now.
The brand-new Tom Weasel stopped himself in front of the young man and performed a complicated, yet melodious invitation etiquette.
“Neehahaha! Dear honorable golden card owner, welcome to Barbie’s Restaurant. I’m your personal receptionist today, Tom Weasel Eel. You can call me Eel.”
The simple words were filled with politeness and good manner. It was completely from the mouth a nobleman’s servant if one did not mind the signature laughter.
The other supernaturals nearby stared their eyes wide. They thought Tom Weasel was his real name. Was he hiding his true name because he was not being polite to them?
Sabot’s expression turned dark again.
However, he realized that Tom Weasel did not even use his real name in front of Sunders. Maybe it was not so important after all.
At least they knew Tom’s name now.
The young man on the receiving end of Tom Weasel’s etiquette, on the other hand, was at a complete loss.