The first place I visited again was the largest restaurant in Pisa City.

Being directly operated by the master of Pisa City's Culinary Guild, the restaurant was massive, bustling with an incredible number of patrons.

A place like this was akin to a well-fattened cow or pig—plenty of meat to savor.

Ah, I was already salivating at the thought.

“Let’s go in.”

The moment I pushed the door open and stepped inside, all eyes turned toward us.

One distinguished figure, flanked by administrative officers carrying documents, and soldiers in A-class military uniforms—it was the kind of group that would attract …