The Guardian's Sword

Chapter 2132

Conan ordered haute cuisine.

Truffles, caviar, foie gras, puffer fish—There was everything.

However, most of the food he ordered was raw beef—beef tartare, medium rare steak, and so on. The array of food was dazzling.

Once seated, Conan put on a napkin and dug in.

"Why aren't you eating? You don’t like it? Here's the menu. Order whatever you want. Feel free to help yourselves. After all, it's my treat."

Sean asked if they had scrambled eggs and fish and chips, which they did.

However, the dishes Sean ordered were peasant food to Conan.

Although he said nothing, several people behind him could not help but burst out laughing.

He raised his voice deliberately. "Why did you laugh? Is it funny that I coughed? People might think you were making fun of Mr. Lennon."

the laughter as a

he glanced at Sean again

Lennon, please don't take any

have

Sean narrowed his eyes. He had never heard of that

was no match for the privately brewed liquor in the

That liquor was refreshing.

know you don't know at a glance. Joshilich is a famous liquor. It's fragrant, and the aftertaste lingers on the

50 bottles of

Don't worry about spending too much. I've got plenty

said, the eyes of the few people in Conan's entourage already

Sean, who did not appreciate

of the liquor and deliberately looked

good. It's silky smooth. Even after swallowing, the fragrance lingers

at that. He turned his head away and pretended to cough

dared not follow Conan's example, so they could only suppress their laughter, but their eyes were