Supreme Magus novel Chapter 495

Lith’s eyes were brimming with mana, but not because he was angry. He was staring at the steaming plates in front of him with Life Vision to make sure no one had spat in his food or beverage.

There was only a brief time window before saliva became invisible even to his magical perception. The waitress had no idea what was happening, so the scene made her quiver.

"I’ll take that one, thanks." He said to a second waitress as he switched the tray she was carrying with the one in front of him. Lith had ordered the house specials because it made it much easier to replace them without notice.

"Tell whoever ’spiced’ my food that they need a Healer fast, or they will not live long enough to see Spring. I advise throwing away the stuff on that tray, if you don’t want to spread the disease." Lith lied through his teeth.

Not even he could diagnose something from saliva, but those present had no way to know that. Panic spread inside the tavern as a terrified yell came from the kitchen right before the service entrance was slammed by someone who was in a great hurry.

The tavern’s patrons looked at their plates like they had been served live rats. Many of them started to hold their bellies while fear and self-suggestion made them feel sick one after the other.

"I’m sorry, are you also a Healer?" Asked a pretty waitress who looked like she had just dined on rusty nails. She was a redhead with a lot of freckles on her face and a nice figure.

"Depends. Can you afford one?" Lith loved it when his plans came together and hated his meals being interrupted. His voice oozed sarcasm and annoyance. _{frёeweɓηovel.coɱ}

"I’m just a waitress." She replied.

"Then I’m just a Ranger." Lith’s smile was as sweet as an unripe lemon. Soon he was the only one still inside the tavern.

’That was a low blow.’ Solus thought. Her reprimand lacked conviction since she liked unwarranted hostility even less than Lith’s antics. She couldn’t understand how the very people he was about to risk his life for could treat him like that.

’All is fair in love and beer.’ Lith filled his glass with a second pint and left the money on the counter. He was many things, but not a thief.

He had just finished his meal when a sadly familiar voice came from behind him.

"Was that really necessary?" Baroness Enja was the ruler of the lands surrounding Maekosh. She was a middle aged woman with long blonde hair braided into a single tress which almost reached her waist.

She had sharp features that together with several wrinkles and her ice blue eyes gave her the stern expression of an eternally disgruntled monarch.

"You have to be a little more specific than that, your Ladyship." He stood up calmly before giving her a small bow.

"The tavern keeper is a certified idiot, but sending him to the dungeon after taking all the keys with you is overreacting." She was still unaware of the fake pandemic spreading throughout her city while they were talking.

"Is it? It was a group of foreign merchants looking for shelter that spotted the warg and gave you the time to call for help. I’m a foreigner too, and I’m going to put my life on the line for every certified idiot who lives here.

"I don’t ask for gratitude since I’m just doing my job, but your citizens could at least treat me with the respect this uniform deserves instead of like a thief."