Aurora walked inside. The interior furnishings were no different from an ordinary tavern, except for the customers: there were none.
There was only a woman with a look of surprise on her face, who must have been the owner of this establishment.
The owner had a stunning figure, still holding a cigarette between her fingers, and her looks were top-tier, exuding a gentle and intellectual beauty.
Yet at this moment, she looked thoroughly shocked.
Watching the expression on the owner's face, Aurora couldn't help muttering inwardly: *As expected, even the owner knows that nobody ever comes here to spend money. Running a shop like this is just a joke.*
Aurora felt a bit disappointed; there was nothing special here.
Even so, maintaining the bare minimum of respect, Aurora waved at the owner and smiled, "Hello, Madam Owner."
Aurora sat down uninhibitedly in a chair, resting his elbows on the table.
Upon seeing this, the owner subtly touched her waist, her pupils constricting sharply, before smiling unconcernedly, "Hello."
And then, nothing more was said.
Aurora, who was sizing up the tavern, felt disappointed once again. She wouldn't even ask any questions—she had no idea how to do business at all.
Aurora said to the owner, "Um, get me a, well, simple rum, please."
The owner narrowed her eyes slightly and asked softly, "Can you drink alcohol when you're not even eighteen?"
Her eyes were full of vigilance toward Aurora, and her words were entirely a probe.
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