Chapter 167: Chapter 168: All the World’s Delicacies are in the City Lord’s Mansion

Surprised? Lyan was certainly surprised. What kind of charm can make a noble give up a battle for a noble title and settle here? Even though Tory always smiles, he’s quite proud and arrogant. He wouldn’t have moved to West Sun City if it hadn’t truly impressed him.

“Come on, let’s go up,” Tory took the lead toward the building.

To Lyan’s surprise, Tory pulled out a small iron piece and inserted it into the gap of the door handle.

Click!

The door opened, and Lyan followed Tory inside and up the stairs to the 2nd floor.

Click!

“Come in, this is my home.” Tory walked in first, took off his shoes, and stepped through the door.

“Oh! Okay.”Lyan thought it was weird to have to take their shoes off when entering but followed suit. Walking barefoot on the smooth wooden floor is actually kind of comfortable. He scanned the room and found it quite exquisite. The walls were smooth and adorned with several paintings.

“Welcome back.” Tory’s wife also recognized Lyan and smiled gently. “Welcome to our home, Sir Lyan.”

“Pardon the intrusion!” Lyan bowed.

“There’s still some meat buns left from lunch, right? Heat them up and bring two bottles of wheat wine,” Tory said.

“Okay!” his wife responded.

Tory took a seat in the dining room and beckoned, “Sir Lyan, come sit over here.”

“Okay.” Lyan sat at the table somewhat reservedly. He realized that this house was even more beautiful than Omar’s house.

“It’s a beautiful house, isn’t it?” Tory asked,

“Very beautiful, even more so than many city lords’ houses,” Lyan said.

“Hahaha… I think so too.” Tory laughed heartily. He said mysteriously, “There aren’t many houses like this in West Sun City.”

“Huh?” Lyan’s eyes widened in surprise. “There are more houses like this?”

“There should be about 8 more of these kinds of houses, but you need connections to get them,” Tory chuckled.

“They must be expensive, right?” Thinking of such houses numbering seven or eight, Lyan’s eyes gleamed with interest. Living in such a house would indeed be comfortable and simple.

“They certainly are expensive. This house cost me five gold coins,” Tory nodded. He had spent most of his savings.

“Ssss…” Lyan sucked in a breath of cold air. That’s so expensive! I wouldn’t even be able to afford it even if I sold myself. Wait, no, I might be able to if I sold my knight’s glory (knight armor and warhorse).n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Here comes the buns, and the wheat wine.” Tory’s wife placed the items on the table and then headed back to the room, leaving the 2 men to their manly conversation.

“It’s worth it, no?” Tory scanned around the house. These days, he had been in a great mood, sleeping until he naturally woke up, going out for walks, buying lollipops, and eating buns.

“It certainly is!” Lyan nodded in agreement as he thought of his fiance. If I have a house like this, maybe Liza will forgive him for missing the wedding.

“Here, have a meat bun. It’s a delicacy exclusive to West Sun City,” Tory said, pouring wheat wine for both of them.

“Buns?” Lyan looked at the large plate of white circular objects on the table.

“Give it a try, you’ll love it.” Tory picked up a meat bun and took a bite. Even though he had eaten them countless times, they still impressed him every time.

Lyan took a bun and after biting into it, his eyes lit up. This was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.

“Delicious, isn’t it?” Tory smiled. He felt like he had seen his previous self in Lyan.

“Very delicious,” Lyan said. He hadn’t even finished the bun in his hand and grabbed another bun in his other hand.

“Hey hey, leave one for me, I haven’t had dinner yet,” Tory hastily grabbed one when he saw Lyan aggressively devouring the buns.

“Your excellency Tory, you’re as fat as a pig. Eat a bit less.” Lyan immediately entered his fighting mode.

“I’m fat? I didn’t eat your food. Hey hey, don’t talk with your mouth full, you’ll choke,” Tory yelled dumbfoundedly.

“Cough cough… Let me tell you, back when I was a knight, I was the number 1 at food snatching,” Lyan’s mouth bulged, chewing and speaking simultaneously.

Tory’s jaw dropped, and he stared dumbfoundedly at Lyan. That’s a skill? Why am I actually feeling a bit jealous?

“Phew…” Lyan finished eating, and slumped into the chair, still holding onto a bun.

“Give me that bun.” Tory eyed the last bun ferociously.

“Sure!” Lyan held up the bun and suddenly opened his mouth and sneezed. “Achoo!”

“Here!” Lyan handed over the bun covered in his saliva.

“You… are something.” The corner of Tory’s mouth twitched, and he awkwardly retracted his hand. He had decided that the next time he bought buns, he would not invite Lyan over. He was just too aggressive in snatching food.

“This thing called bun, is it really only available in West Sun City?” Lyan stuffed the bun into his pocket.

“Yes! Only available in West Sun City.” Tory took a sip of wheat wine.

“So I won’t be able to eat them anymore if I leave West Sun City…” Lyan froze. How could anyone bear that?

“Hehe… that’s right. Leave West Sun City, and you’d have to gnaw on those hard bread,” Tory gloated. “A large part of the reason I decided to settle here is because it has delicacies that can’t be found anywhere else.”

“This…” Lyan couldn’t say anything. He was a bit tempted.

“I heard that Lord Liu Feng’s Drunken Night Restaurant is opening tomorrow. I heard that the food inside is even more delicious,” Tory licked his lips as he spoke, reminiscing about the lunch he had at the City Lord’s Mansion. Those were definitely the most delicious food in the world.

“Drunken Night Restaurant?” Lyan’s eyes sparkled for a moment.

“You should go with me tomorrow. I heard that people are going crazy outside fighting over a few invitation letters. One invitation letter has already been sold for 15 silver coins, and the price is still rising, just for the qualification to attend Lord Liu Feng’s banquet.” Tory patted the invitation letter in his hand, which the City Lord’s Mansion had delivered to him earlier in the day. He had been extremely happy when he had received it.

“Okay!” Lyan nodded.

“Let me tell you, if you have the chance to dine at the City Lord’s Mansion, you will definitely say that you were born in this world just for that food,” Tory said, shaking his head.

“That- isn’t that a bit exaggerated?” Lyan asked, his eyes twitching.

“Hmph! There’s a saying outside that all the world’s delicacies are in the City Lord’s Mansion.” Tory’s eyes were shining.