"Do you realize you're hungry now?" Glen couldn't resist teasing.

Bonnie didn't respond, merely lowering her head in embarrassment.

Glen suddenly rose to his feet and opened the cloth bag he had placed on the table. He took out a large piece of pork, a basket of vegetables, seasonings, cooking oil, and even a flat-bottomed pan, one by one. Bonnie's eyes widened in surprise as she watched.

"Where is your kitchen?" Glen asked Bonnie, who was staring in a daze.

Bonnie instinctively pointed to a room, and Glen immediately carried the items and headed in that direction.

At this moment, Bonnie seemed to come to her senses. She quickly stepped forward to block Glen and said, "Mr. Glen, we can't accept these. They're too precious!"

"But you ate quite a bit when you came to my place," Glen said with a half-smile.

"I..." Bonnie felt both ashamed and guilty.

"All right. I'm not short of this bit of food. After all, I brought unnecessary trouble to your family. Consider these as compensation."

With that, regardless of what Bonnie said, he walked into the kitchen.

Watching Glen roll up his sleeves in the kitchen and skillfully start a fire to cook, Bonnie gently pursed her lips...

"Mr. Glen, let me help you," she said, also rolling up her sleeves and entering the kitchen.

"Then wash these vegetables. You can take this opportunity to learn from me. You can often cook for your mother or friends when you have the chance. Having good cooking skills is a basic requirement for a girl," Glen said, pointing to the vegetables on the side.

Bonnie nodded excitedly. She really loved the dishes Glen cooked. If she could learn even a little bit, she would be more than satisfied.

Time passed. When Bonnie's mother entered the house again, she smelled the enticing aroma of the food. Several home-cooked dishes were already laid out on the dining table.

Bonnie happened to come out of the kitchen, carrying a plate of stir-fried meat. Seeing her mother, she immediately smiled and said, "Mom! Come and sit down quickly. Mr. Glen has cooked the special delicacies from his place. You must try them!"

"This..." Bonnie's mother seemed to be at a loss, unable to comprehend what was happening in front of her.

Glen also emerged from the kitchen. He wiped his hands with a cloth and smiled as well. "Ma'am, I borrowed your kitchen. I hope this didn't cause you any trouble."

"Of... of course not..." Bonnie's mother quickly waved her hands.

"That's good," Glen said, gesturing with his hand. "Have a taste of my cooking."

Bonnie's mother nodded blankly and sat down beside her daughter. Looking at the fragrant and exquisitely appealing dishes in front of her, she instinctively swallowed her saliva.

Taking the spoon handed to her by her daughter, she scooped up a spoonful of stir-fried meat and put it into her mouth.

With just one chew, the taste she had never experienced before filled her entire mouth, and her eyes widened involuntarily.

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Bonnie, on the other hand, had already started eating heartily, not caring about her appearance. She had been hungry for a long time and had almost lost her self-control several times while cooking.

I just love the expressions of you who haven't seen much of the world... Glen noticed their reactions and felt secretly pleased.

The three of them sat together and enjoyed the delicious meal. Glen would occasionally strike up a conversation with Bonnie's mother, chatting about various things, and soon he had a clear understanding of the family's basic situation.

Bonnie's mother was a worker in a cotton factory, and her income was relatively stable. The neighbors called her Mrs. Sally.

As Glen had expected, she was a widow. Her husband had been beaten to death for offending a passing noble, and Mrs. Sally had been struggling to raise her daughter on her own and send her to school.

Although she had lost her father, Bonnie hadn't suffered too much, thanks to her mother's good job.

After the meal, Glen proposed to leave. Mrs. Sally immediately tried to persuade him to stay.

"Stay for the night, child. It's already too late. The town hasn't been peaceful these days. It's too dangerous to go out now."

"Yes, if you walk back to Bayek now, it will probably be early morning," Bonnie also kindly advised.

I won't feel comfortable staying here... Glen smiled helplessly. "Don't worry, ma'am. I know what I'm doing. There's no need to worry about me."

With that, Glen turned and walked into the dark night.

...

In Lord Charnes' manor.

The lord put down the letter in his hand and let out a barely perceptible sigh. He said to the butler beside him, "Go and call Barber in."

"Yes, sir," the old butler, standing upright, bowed his head and then went out.

Soon, Barber, clad in armor, entered the room with the butler.

He performed a standard knight's salute and waited for his master's instructions.

"Find a way to capture that commoner named Glen. I want him to know the consequences of offending a noble!" Charnes said in a cold tone.

"Understood!" Barber saluted again and was about to turn and leave.

Charnes added, "Under no circumstances should you enter Bayek Town. If you provoke something, I won't be able to save you!"

"I will keep it firmly in mind!" After saying this solemnly, Barber strode out of the room.

At this moment, Lady Sophia, the lord's wife, walked in. She stared at Barber's retreating figure with an inexplicable look in her eyes.

"Why are you here?" Charnes noticed his wife and asked.

"I just saw that you summoned Barber, so I came. Did your friend reply? What did he say?" Sophia inquired.

"That commoner named Glen should be an ordinary person. My friend told me that he has no impression of this name. To be sure, he even used his own channels to confirm this repeatedly."

"That's wonderful! How dare he hit our son! He must not be let off easily!" Sophia revealed a hint of a sinister smile.

...

In a certain unremarkable tavern in Dude Town.

The small door was pushed open, and a travel-weary middle-aged man entered from outside. He was dressed in the common attire of a commoner, with a gloomy appearance, and was easily overlooked at first glance.

The man glanced around the tavern, and his gaze finally fell on a beautiful figure by the window.

He walked straight towards that figure and sat down opposite.

"A dignified mage actually dressed like this? A... commoner?" Murphy cast a disdainful glance at the middle-aged man opposite.

"Cut the crap! Give me what I want quickly, you damned vampire!" The middle-aged man's tone was extremely rude, as if he deeply hated vampires.

"Is this the way you ask for help? " Murphy narrowed her eyes, a bit annoyed. "Please understand, great mage. It was you who came to me on your own initiative. If you want to conduct a proper transaction, learn how to respect others first!"

"Vampires don't deserve respect." The middle-aged man said with disdain. "All right, talking about these things is a waste of time. Give me the item quickly!"

Murphy clenched her fingers under the table, and her pupils showed a tendency to turn red. She said coldly, "I don't think this transaction needs to proceed any further. Find someone else if you want something!"

With that, Murphy stood up. Before she could take a step, the middle-aged man's next words made her stop.

"I don't think you want your castle to be visited by those great knights and powerful mages, do you?"

"Are you threatening me?!" Murphy's pupils turned completely red, and the surrounding air slightly distorted.

This change was not visible to the naked eye. The other tavern-goers only felt a sense of oppression in their chests and had no idea who was causing all this.

"Yes, it's a threat. Don't look at me like that. If you start a fight here, the only one who will end up dead is you, you foolish vampire." The middle-aged man leaned against the wall, his fingers caressing the wooden wine cup. He stared at Murphy with a completely emotionless gaze.