The Worst Wedding (Part 7)

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Midway through their journey, one of the first guests approached Gladius, extending his hand to the tray to take a delicious appetizer.

Gladius lowered the tray slightly, looking at the obese man of medium height with a slight smile on his face, his suit, and especially the buttons doing their best not to tear apart with every move he made.

The man had disheveled hair and a short beard under his fat chin.

Next to him was a tall middle-aged lady in a tight red dress. They weren't Phantoms, but they weren't ordinary people either since they were nobles, not from the Twelve Branches.

"Oh, you know, I'm somehow not surprised that you're the first one who decided to try one of our chefs' masterpieces." Gladius uttered, a slight smile on his face.

The man chuckled contentedly before shoving the first appetizer into his mouth and taking the second one.

"Hahaha, why do you think so?" The man asked he was in a great mood.