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200. Wishful Sprite at your service

Roxton and Richard are now mixed up with Zahir.

Zahir had just finished assigning tasks to another group of people, and without a pause, he rushed to the coffee shop to meet the two of them.

The coffee shop was empty, closed for the day just for their conversation.

This was a business owned by Zahir's family.

Zahir drank some black coffee. He wasn't fond of its flavor, but it served as a form of recognition among the so-called "elite".

When dealing with traditional nobles, Zahir would drink historically valuable red wine; when chatting with ordinary ruffians, he would drink beer; when expressing dissatisfaction about society, he would loudly criticize the Ingris government; for those who appreciated authenticity, he provided sincerity; for those who admired deception, he flattered them with lies.

Zahir, with a smile, shook hands with the two "elite pupils":

"We met through Eulalia, but as it stands, you two seem to surpass that woman quite handily."

Roxton was taken aback: