" Don't order my serving your majesty," said Yakov looking a bit out of place while looking at the lamb chops that were being prepared on the stall. It wasn't that he was trying to be rude but when was the last time he ate something off the streets? As far as he knew, he never ate anything like this—— from the streets, not prepared with the slightest bit of cleanliness and the stall owner wasn't even wearing gloves. Though he knew that with the anti-dirt mana stone sitting at the end of the stall glowing faintly the food prepared here was safe to eat but being the heir of the Sceptre family, he was only used to the finest dishes which were carefully prepared with gloves and everything.