"By Phanes, are you treating us? Did I hear that correctly?"
The young man named "Alexander" responded with a teasing scold to his mischievous friend,
"Is it going to be like before, where you pretend to pass out at the end and leave me to foot the bill?"
"This time is different, I swear I'm treating!"
Caesar promised earnestly, his face full of sincerity.
But Alexander still didn't believe him and looked at this mischievous friend with a skeptical gaze:
"Last time in Greece you said the same thing, then after the meal you lay down, vomiting blood, and accused someone of poisoning your meal to harm you as a Divine Blood Noble of the Roman Empire. The frightened owner not only waived our bill but also gave us money to settle the matter privately."
Mentioning this dark history, Caesar couldn't help but cough repeatedly.
Poor people have short ambitions, lean horses have long hair.
