Leonhardt gazed down at the people enjoying their food—his chest became light when he saw people so happy in his domain.
The efforts he made to keep each race happy, by reading and learning about their habits and diets, enabled him to create a guide for all dungeon monsters who owned stores, helping to boost their popularity.
"My dear, can't you focus on me tonight?" Zafira leaned on the table, using her elbows to squish her breasts together, creating a deeper cleavage.
"Hm?"
The moment Leonhardt noticed his mouth trembled, both edges curling. "You look amazing tonight. Of course, I will focus on you." He whispered and grabbed the menu.
"Oh? These wines seem quite interesting."
There was a vast selection of alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks from various races, some human beer, elven wine, goblin and orc beer and ale. Even a few DPAs. (Dwarven Pale Ale)
"Which ones?"
"The Arum Wine from the dark elves, and Gulan Ale made by orcs?"
