Chapter 11: It’s Fine, Just Do Better In Your Next Life
‘Sword and Broken Blade? That’s a nice name.’
Roan settled down in the tavern and placed his luggage next to his leg.
A waitress wearing a short skirt quickly rushed over with a serving platter and asked with a euphonious voice, “Sir, what would you like to drink…”
Her words trailed off to silence. The customer’s dashing face had stolen her complete attention.
From his purplish-black, slightly curly hair, his black eyes, to his sharp nose, he gave off a sharp impression despite looking slightly unkempt from his travel.
She had met hotties working here, but a face this dashing and full of stories was unusual.
‘Is he a noble from the Ors Empire? He must be often cooped up in a castle to have such a pale complexion…’
While the waitress was in a daze, Roan quickly looked through the menu and ordered a few simple items. “Give me a cup of honey water and ten loaves of bread. Bring me a bag too if you have one.”
The waitress quickly snapped out of her daze and warmly replied, “Coming right up! Sir, we provide accommodations too. Do consider us too if you haven’t found a lodging yet.”