The moment Zhan Ning mentioned the "Knight's Mark."
Han Zhan's whole body tensed up suddenly.
Just when he thought a big fight was about to break out, Tier Seven Punishment Knight Zhan Ning plopped down across from him.
"Tsk, with such a lavish dinner, can you finish it all by yourself? Isn't Andrew's money money too?"
Han Zhan couldn't figure out Zhan Ning's attitude, but he answered truthfully, "This was free from the Nightingale Inn."
Zhan Ning: "?"
His hand paused slightly as he picked up the knife and fork.
"What a joke, if the Nightingale Inn really did that, they'd lose their shirt!"
"You kid…" Zhan Ning scrutinized Han Zhan again, "You do have a bit of charm, just a tad below me."
Zhan Ning, being a Punishment Knight and the Deputy Commander of the Sun Never Sets Knight Order, wouldn't care about a lavish dinner.
If the innkeeper of the Nightingale Inn wanted to please him, she would just notify him beforehand whenever there were pretty girls.
