Rose's Bar and Grill

After leaving the old Lionshore Warehouse, Albion carried Anya to the public telephone booth and allowed her to dial 110. Once Anya finished alerting the authorities, they flagged a taxi passing and headed to the city's populated district.

"Why were you in a hurry for us to leave? By law, we are required to give the police officers a detailed recount of the situation upon their arrival. We might get into trouble since we just left like that." Said Anya with concern while rubbing her sore wrists.

The two of them sat in the backseat of the yellow taxi. Albion leaned on the right side's armrest and rested his head on the back of his right hand while casually glancing out the window.

'It'll be even more trouble if I stayed and they ask for my ID.' Albion thought amusingly in his mind.

Albion ignored Anya's concerns and continued to observe the bustling city streets of Silvercove City for a moment before asking, "Where do you live?"

"Why do you want to know?" Anya looked at Albion with a bit of doubt. She went as far as to shift herself away from him slightly.

"So I can send you home. Also, I need to meet your father and return his phone."

Anya was surprised when she saw Albion take out the dead Brick from his pockets and asked, "Why do you have my father's phone?"

"Because he gave it to me to use."

"Oh, I get it," Anya said.

She seemed to have understood something. Her father sent this person to save her and gave his phone to this person to keep in contact if the thugs were to call again.

"What do you get?" Albion looked at her with doubt.

"Nothing~" Anya hummed before suddenly saying, "Ah, driver, you can stop here."

The taxi driver immediately pulled over to the side of the road. After the two got out and paid their fares for the trip, the taxi driver drove off.

Albion glanced at the bustling night city filled with stores, restaurants, and bars before saying with a frown, "This doesn't seem to be where your home is."

The taxi fare cost $12, and it came out of the $500 cash given to him by Mr. Klein. It was not a cheap cab ride.

"Who said it was? Come, let's find something to eat first. I haven't had dinner yet." Said Anya demandingly while pulling on Albion's arm.

However, she had yet to fully recover from the tight-binding. Her expression crumpled slightly from the pain in her wrists and ankles.

"Alright."

Albion did not complain about going to eat. He was dying to eat some good food and drink some good wine. After noticing Anya's expression, he picked her up.

"Don't~! There are people around! Quickly put me back down!" Anya panicked with her heart beating quickly.

Albion shrugged.

He did as Anya demanded and placed her down. It did not bother him if she did not want to accept his kind intentions.

He briefly glanced at his purchasable skills. There was something called Earthly Massage, Heavenly Touch, and God Hands.

These were all massaging skills, with each skill being more advanced than the last one. Just the Earthly Massage alone could allow Albion to unblock the clotted blood in Anya's wrist and ankles and allow her blood to flow smoothly, helping her recover quickly and free her from the pain.

However, he was not interested in spending his precious Divine Energy on such skills and become some masseur.

As for why the Dark Emperor would have such skills, he was not curious enough to dig deeper into the matter.

Who the Dark Emperor was and what the Dark Emperor did was not important to him. What was important whether the Dark Emperor's skills are useful to him or not.

"So, where are we going to eat? What's good around here? Is there a place that sells good wine too?" Albion asked casually.

"You're not familiar around here, are you?"

"No."

"Hmm, is that so~?"

Anya has never met Albion before, but considering that this person should be someone working for her father, he should be a local, right?

How come he doesn't know his place around here? Could he be from the countryside and not a city person?

Anya was slightly surprised when she arrived at this thought. Albino people were rare, but the person was still very handsome in his white hair and pinkish-red eyes. Such a person was a country person?

Come to think of it, she had not learned the name of the person that saved her.

"Hmm, I think I know just the place to dine~! By the way, it might be a bit late, but may I know the name of my savior?" Anya asked with a small blush.

"Albion Black."

'Albion Black?'

Anya found the name slightly interesting.

Albion was just albino with the last two letters swapped around, and there was nothing black about the person. He was very white. White hair, white skin, and white clothes!

Nevertheless, these were just thoughts she plans to keep to herself. It would be quite rude to poke fun at the name of someone she just met, even if the person were one of her father's subordinates.

Sometime later, Anya led Albion to a place called Rose's Bar and Grill.

"Oh? You picked a nice place for us to dine."

Albion commented as they walked into the corner restaurant located on the second floor of a building. The interior was had a festive mood, and the balcony tables provided a nice view of the night city.

Anya blinked for a moment before asking, "Huh? I thought you don't know your way around here. How do you know this place is nice or not?"

"I don't. However, I am a big foodie, and I especially love my steaks. This is the right place for me. I only hope that they don't screw up while cooking my steak." Albion said.

Considering Anya was Mr. Klein's daughter and how close to the port they were, he had assumed that they would be eating seafood. He loved his seafood too, but nothing can compare to a good steak.

It was great to have some western food in an eastern place.

However, before Anya could reply, they were suddenly interrupted by another person's voice.

"If you are looking for the best steak around here, you've come to the right place. We only serve the best of steaks here. Our chefs will never disappoint our customers." The manager said arrogantly with a proud look.

"Great, you've got my hopes up," Albion said.

"As you should be."

The manager smiled condescendingly while looking at the duo; one was in cheap sailor clothes, while the other was in branded clothes but possibly fake due to the dirt on them.

Albion could see that the person was looking down on them slightly, but he was not going to pick a fight for it. He just wanted a good feed.

Before his identification documents are settled, he plans to be lowkey and not cause any trouble that may involve the local authorities. It would only add complications to his stay in Silvercove.

Even though Albion thought that way, someone else beside him thought differently.

"Hey! What kind of attitude is that? We are your customers! How dare you look down on us!" Anya angrily complained.