Anthony rubbed his nose and quietly took a step back.

  How did he suddenly get angry, the black feathers on his back wings were almost scared away.

  "Maybe you're just concerned about your personal life." Anthony said a truth, "After all, when you don't care, they will control the city very well, and know what's going on recently, it's normal to cater to their tastes."

  Kairos relaxed his hand, and a cruel smile curled up at the corner of his icy face. "Let them be for now."

  His dark gaze fell on Anthony's face, thought of something, and asked: "Who is Lord Gill?"

  "Lord Kayrus never bothered with such things, and now he suddenly asks, Antoni was stunned for a few seconds before remembering to answer, 'Follow the dwarves to do gemstone business, have a large territory in DC district.'"

  "Uh-huh."

  Kairos undid the cloak that had absorbed a lot of rainwater from his body and threw it to the ground, some black hair stuck to his cheek still had water droplets falling, sliding along the cold, hard, delicate facial lines into his neck.

  It wasn't until then that Anthony felt something was off.

  The grown-up came back in the rain and didn't even dry himself off. What's going on with this mess?

  Caius had already begun unbuttoning his shirt when he turned back to glare coldly at Anthony, who was still standing there in a daze. "Get out."

  Anthony immediately unfolded his wings and flew out of the luxurious bedroom, slamming the red wooden door shut with a bang.

  His intuition told him it was probably because of that blonde princess from XC district again.

  He was more and more interested in that young girl.

  The gods get angrier by the day.

  After changing into a clean silk nightgown, Kael sat down in the soft chair, his irritable eyes mixed with a hint of faint regret.

  He maintained a posture until dawn, and he didn't move at all. The regret in his eyes even surpassed his annoyance.

  ...

  Cynthia, who had a good sleep, lazily got up from bed, she overslept a bit today.

  The sunlight pours in through the window and shines directly onto the bed.

  She lifted the quilt from the shadows and crawled over, then curled up under the warm light.

  Cynthia stretched out her hand into mid-air, trying to grasp those glows.

  This beam of bright light, she really wants to take it home.

  "Is it really because of me that he disappeared?" she muttered to herself.

  Something so warm and beautiful, she really didn't want to destroy it.

  She huddled in the sun for a while, until her face was covered with a layer of fine sweat, before she lazily got out of bed and walked into the bathroom to wash up.

  She ate some leftover food from last night and went to Dawn's restaurant as usual.

  Her new suggestion quickly set off another boom in business at the store.

  In just two days, they have already poached customers from the restaurant across the street.

  People outside have started lining up.

  Cynthia was about to leave after finding that she couldn't get in for a while, when she was stopped by a man wearing a gray long gown.

  "Miss Cynthia."

  He was dressed simply, but judging from the material of this long gown, it was not cheap.

  "I'm Gus Williston, the chef at Waston's restaurant. I used to work in Lord Gill's kitchen." He introduced himself with a slightly proud smile.

  Isn't it true that people from DC always have an air of superiority?

  Waston's restaurant was just across from Dorn's, Cynthia vaguely knew what he was up to but still politely replied, "Hello."

  "I'd like to hire you, and the pay can be twice what they're offering." Gus crossed his hands over his belly, his back straight as a rod, looking not at all like someone who was asking for favors.

  It's only been two days and you're already in such a hurry.

  Cynthia's eyes slightly revealed a hint of mockery, and she said calmly: "Thanks, but I'm not interested in coming to your place."

  She bluntly refused, which made Gus unexpected. His originally confident smile was instantly knocked down. He raised his tone, but unlike Kayus's elegant and smooth one, it sounded more like a quacking duck, "Why?!"

  "I have the right to choose my job, what's it to you?" Cynthia retorted bluntly.

  "Everyone knows you're just an unloved pet who still has to earn a living by waiting tables!" Gus first jabbed at her, then switched to a softer tone and said:

  "Anyway, Miss Cynthia is going to be abandoned. How much money can you make working at Bernie's? Their chef is lazy and incompetent. Why not come with me? I'll provide the capital, you provide the recipe."

  Cynthia's expression turned cold and she took a step forward, lifting her chin solemnly to say: "Caesar has never abandoned me."

  "And, Mr. Gass," she said sarcastically, "you were forced to flee from the DC area and open a restaurant, weren't you abandoned yourself? What's with the pride?"

  Cynthia didn't even want to give Gus a glance, and with a rather disdainful attitude, she walked past him, lightly dropping a sentence, "A restaurant that only relies on money will probably go bankrupt soon."

  Gus's face suddenly turned ugly, staring at her distant back and gritting his teeth: "Wait for it, does she think I have no way?"

  Cynthia remembered that Duane had said that Gus's restaurant was booming because of the heavy use of spices, and similarly, all the dishes at his house were strong-tasting, with thick spices covering up the gamey smell of the meat, so everyone thought they tasted good.

  But spices are expensive, and they sell them at the same price as En's, isn't that equivalent to always doing a losing business?

  Cynthia could figure it out with a slight turn of her head.

  This Gess is probably not a noble chef below, at most a small worker who has been kicked out for doing something wrong with some savings.

  She put this matter aside and went home early to dress herself up.

  Of course, it's still a black skirt.

  Antony brought many black skirts and none of them were the same style.

  She picked out what looked like the most gorgeous one and put it on.

  The hem of the skirt is embroidered with diamond-shaped crystals and trimmed with lace.

  The fabric is very comfortable, and on the black skirt hem, there are many small golden dots, which can be rotated slightly to rotate out a piece of bright starlight.

  Especially under sunlight, it is dazzling and radiant.

  Cynthia could well imagine how dazzling it would be at a dinner party on a bright night.

  As Kai Er's possession, she certainly couldn't be outdone by other girls at this banquet, her face was her capital for killing enemies.

  The black ribbon behind her was tied in a crisscross pattern, and she had to tie it with her hands behind her back for a while before she could get the perfect curve around her waist.

  She tidied up that head of light golden curls, and with no extra adornments, she went out to the flower box planted at someone else's door, plucked a red rose, and pinned it to one side of her hair.

  The skirt is very luxurious, so without some decorations, it will give people a sense of nobility to the extreme and freshness.