(A/n-- Sorry of the mistake, the previous Markus the escort knight left Alan alone before entering the taraven for some personal work, due to which alan is alone in the taravan.

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The old man with the smile approached Allan. In a polite manner he asked him "what would you like sir"

"Just give the best item you have"

After hearing these words he left Allan and started walking towards the kitchen. Allan was able to notice him relaxing his shoulders as he prevented some natural disaster.

Just how much people fear nobles,the thought made him question his reasoning.

The taravan had wooden tables and benches everywhere, some tables were even joined together for bigger groups to sit down together, lamps all around for night and a rusty chandelier in the center of the restaurant.

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After some time a waitress came and served him fried fish and sauce.

" here your order sir nya"

The voice of the maid was so sweet that he thought he was hallucinating. The word that caught his attention was 'nya ' at the end of the sentence.

Just to make sure he looked at the waitress and found a young girl wearing an apron and cat ears on her head, Allan shuttered a bit before regaining his calm.

"Do you need anything nya."

The cat girl was black haired with flawless white skin with green eyes with a tail moving around at the back.

"No nothing you can go"

Allan enjoyed the cat girl's cute tail when she was going back. With all this happening he started to think about the future.

"The world is surely great but there are still jungle's rule and it is more visible than on earth."

All this knowledge from anime and fantasy novels was guiding him in this new world.

The fish they gave him was grilled and the smoky fragrance reached his nose telling him it was grilled recently.

The only thing missing was a little more salt. Allan called the waitress to ask for extra salt.

The same old man came to him with the same worried face, " is there anything you don't like ,sir?" He looked like an innocent preparing himself to listen to his death sentence.

"It needs more salt," said Allin with a straight face but before he could finish his sentence the old man was already on his knees.

"Sorry sir for providing you with such a meal, this sin is of my own to bear, don't punish others for this, please forgive us."