"Hey, you—go call your boss. Tell him the City Lord wants to have dinner in his restaurant," said one of Richard's soldiers to a waiter who happened to be stepping outside.
Hearing the soldier's words, the waiter immediately rushed back inside to fetch his boss.
A moment later, a plump man wearing a hat hurried out, approaching Richard in a fluster.
From the looks of it, he was just a weak Magus. Richard assumed he was merely the restaurant's manager, not the actual owner.
"City Lord, what an honor to have you visit our restaurant. Please, come in—I've already prepared a private room for you," the man said respectfully.
Richard dismounted his horse and replied, "No need for a private room. Just serve me all your best food and drinks."
With that, he strode into the restaurant first, followed by his soldiers.
Most of the patrons weren't locals but noble adventurers passing through.
