Hope that by then, the fellow townspeople can taste the familiar hometown flavors on this otherworldly land.

At least in their dreams, they can return to their homeland.

By that time, the fellow townspeople might not feel so lonely anymore.

This might be what Louis perceives as romantic.

But thinking back now, Louis couldn't help but smirk.

He spent quite a bit of money to train a pastry chef just to satisfy his own cravings.

Unexpectedly, besides supplying himself with desserts, the chef also shared some sweets with other customers for free, almost bankrupting a long-established dessert shop.

Could this be a case of a comprehensive blow?

It wasn't competing pager manufacturers that killed Pagers, but the advent of the 3G era and the emergence of smartphones.

This taste is spot-on.

So how did Louis handle this situation afterward?

Simple, he took it easy.

The supply continued as usual.

Except the next day, a dessert shop with the same theme opened right next to the old brand store.

You've reported me for operating without a license, so in order to supply desserts to Mayer Commerce Association, I naturally need my own dessert shop, don't I?

Since I already have a dessert shop, why not open a Chinese restaurant too?

And incidentally, I can associate it with the Prince's Mansion and have that annoying kid from Mayer come out and shout:

"These are the dishes and desserts that Prince Louis loves."

What? You say Mayer is Louis?

Just say whether Prince Louis likes them or not!

Because of Louis's little scheme, the Tino City citizens who originally came out of curiosity quickly stayed at the dessert shop.

The Chinese restaurant was also packed.

Just yesterday, the Adventurer Guild had already sent someone to inquire if Mayer Commerce Association was interested in opening a branch at the guild's headquarters.

Louis took another look.

Heh, this strategy seems to really work.

It's even possible... is there an opportunity to create an intelligence-gathering center through the Adventurer Guild platform?

The moment this thought came up, Louis kept it in mind; perhaps once Mayer Commerce Association expands to a certain extent, this could truly be put on the agenda.

But to achieve this step, Mayer Commerce Association's territory needs to expand to Tunisia first.

At this moment, he sat in his private booth at his own restaurant with the door open, waiting for Alice to bring people over.

Don't be fooled by Alice's seemingly wild nature, akin to a feral cat that enjoys baring its teeth at strangers—that's only for her chosen prey.

When it comes to teammates or passersby, although she's uninhibited, she's actually quite reliable.

And someone as pure as Grace, there's even less to worry about.

Though Grace had already followed them to the Imperial Capital last time, Alice was still concerned she might be targeted by ill-intentioned people if she came alone.

To be safe, she simply decided to go fetch her.

Louis's attention had already shifted to the tea snacks being consecutively served.

Crystal shrimp dumplings, chicken feet, soup-filled dumplings, beef tripe, black pepper beef ribs...

Not to mention, the chef of this restaurant was actually an apprentice from Prince Louis's Mansion.

He went to the Prince's Mansion under Mayer's identity to request for the person.

And then as the Prince, he chose to agree.

It's essentially passing from one hand to the other.

Thinking about it, Louis started to feel something wasn't right.

"What are you guys doing, Alice? Why aren't you here yet?"

Louis looked at the almost cold tea snacks.

Even though he had someone heat the plates, it couldn't withstand Tino City's winter temperature.

If it goes on like this, it'll congeal.

Just as he was painfully contemplating whether he would have to order a new set of dishes, his ears perked up, and he turned to look at a man staring at him from outside the booth.

The man wore armor that looked a bit cheap and tucked a somewhat ugly cylindrical helmet under his arm.

—To be honest, at first glance he thought the man was carrying a bucket.

The two exchanged glances, wide-eyed, small-eyed, looking rather comical.

After a moment of silence, Louis cautiously said:

"Want to eat?"

The man said a bit bashfully:

"I just think wasting food is shameful. If the young man plans to throw it away, why not let me help you out?"

Louis nodded and said:

"Then come in and eat together. My companions are late. It's a pity to let this get cold in the winter."

——And it really is heartbreaking!

This is his own property, and the wasted losses are counted on his head.

Rather than that, he might as well give it away directly to people to eat, at least it would lessen the heartache a bit.

Louis saw that the man was dusty from travel, with sparse and messy stubble on his face, but those bright eyes left a good impression on him.

The adventurer wasn't afraid of anything, boldly came over, dusted off his dusty cloak, and sat down.

"Thanks, brother, for the fine food."

Louis found the man quite amusing, so he joked:

"I thought you'd say, thanks to the god for the food."

The adventurer chuckled and said:

"This is the crystallization of sweat by human hands, nothing to do with gods."

Louis nodded in agreement: "It seems you don't believe in gods?"

But the adventurer showed a surprised expression:

"Do I look like someone who doesn't believe in gods? I consider my faith to be devout."

Louis said no more, for even on Blue Star, matters of faith weren't something easily discussed.

Just look at Cairo's nation, where conflict between the Islamic Sunni traditional group Muslim Brotherhood and the military-political body is evident.

Even in a godless Blue Star, faith conflicts erupt worldwide, and on the Star Continent where gods exist, it would only be more severe.

So he quietly changed the topic:

"Where are you from, old chap? You look dusty."

The adventurer slapped his forehead and laughed heartily:

"Sorry, sorry, been running too long lately, can't think straight."

He diligently wiped his armored hand on his cloak and extended it to say:

"Aaron Owen, from Lokeshi, a follower of the Eternal Fierce Sun, a passing adventurer."

Louis extended his hand in return:

"Gaius Julius Caesar, an ordinary adventurer from the Moonlight Cat Cat Group."

Aaron patted his chest armor and said:

"In a foreign land, being able to taste such uniquely flavored food is truly a fortune, though it doesn't seem much like Tino's dishes."

Louis nodded and said: "This is food from my hometown..."

After saying this, he realized that he wasn't acting under the identity of Mayer now.

But then again, this person seemed like just an ordinary adventurer, so it wasn't a big deal to let it slip out.

However, he quickly changed the subject: "If it satisfies you, that's wonderful."

Aaron shook his head vigorously and said:

"No, no, no, your willingness to share with me is already a great kindness."

"But there's one thing I'm quite curious about."

Louis looked up: "Hmm?"

Aaron said: "It seems you aren't short on money, replacing these things shouldn't be an issue, right?"

"Why not an issue? It's a huge issue, losing money, let alone..."

Louis pointed his finger toward the distant stretch of mountains:

"Do you know what that is over there?"

Aaron glanced up: "The Burning Smoke Mountain Range, what's up?"

Louis said: "From here, it's about over a hundred miles in a straight line to Ense's largest mountain range, the Burning Smoke Mountain Range."

"The sea breeze from the Fallen Star Sea is blocked by the Burning Smoke Mountain Range, and the rising moisture turns into rain nourishing this land."

"This unique terrain provides abundant rain to the Dragonbone Prairie at the foot of the Burning Smoke Mountain Range."

"Grasses grow vigorously on the prairie, nurturing the livestock on the farms."

"Wheat bears ears in the fields, becoming the staple grain of Tino City."

"Aaron, old chap, with 7.6 million people crowded into this not-so-large city, even the excellent environment of the Dragonbone Prairie can't feed so many people."

"The entire Imperial Capital still needs to import a large amount of food from elsewhere or even foreign countries every year."

"And in even more distant places, there are many who are constantly starving."

"So many have spent generation after generation and still haven't fed everyone, throwing it away like this is too wasteful."

Louis's expression was very calm as he told Aaron a story.

A story of an old man and his dream of resting under the crops.

Aaron listened very attentively.

Louis leisurely popped the last soup dumpling into his mouth, and Aaron then said:

"Thank you for the food, and thank you for your story."

"I've learned a lot."

"Mr. Caesar, may the light of the Eternal Fierce Sun always shine upon you."

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