This image is a bit seductive, but the faded fabric that has been washed can be seen, this should be the most luxurious set of clothes for the owner.

  Used especially to welcome her.

  "Good afternoon, Miss Cynthia. I'm Bernie." Bernie took off the hat from his head and held it in front of his chest, smiling so that his brown mustache curled up, looking rather short and silly, very approachable.

  "Hello, Master Bernie." Cynthia lifted her skirt slightly and curtsied as a greeting.

  "I heard from Maureen that you're preparing to come work here." Bernie's eyes lit up with an astonishing brightness, his brown pupils the same color as his beard dilating with expectation as he awaited Cynthia's response.

  "I wonder if I passed?" Cynthia smiled.

  "Of course! Your culinary talent has brought my restaurant back to life! You're welcome to come over and guide my chefs anytime, as for the pay..."

  When it comes to money, Bernie's smile becomes awkward, his hat is also twisted by him, and he says in a cramped manner:

  "You have the wealth of a Kairos magnate, you must look down on the salary I pay you."

  "No, actually I need the money, Mr. Keats doesn't give me any." Cynthia replied calmly, while Bernie was clearly not expecting that someone with a label like hers would be so poor.

  Locking eyes with Dawn, Bernie's gaze softened slightly. "Alright then, I can take a commission of one unit per day from your daily earnings."

  "No problem."

  As for how much money, Cynthia didn't bother to ask, she just smiled and said: "I also have an improvement method for your onion cake."

  A bowl of mutton soup has already brought back a lot of business to the store, and Bernie's eyes narrowed with laughter when she said there was a new way.

  He walked to the kitchen door, and before closing it, he said in a serious tone: "This is our exclusive secret recipe. If anyone leaks it out, I'll go to the DC district to find the court!"

  His words were nothing more than a warning to Mauro's brothers and the only one busy in the kitchen not to reveal the secret formula.

  Cynthia ate lunch in the back kitchen of the store, which Dawn had made for her.

  Business was too good and everyone was busy, she wasn't in a hurry to tell them the improved method of onion cake, and even helped deliver meals several times.

  Her behavior as a waitress attracted many inquiring glances from customers in the store.

  Most people can't understand why Cynthia has to work so hard and come out to serve dishes, being the owner of Caesars.

  She looked like she wasn't being treated with any favoritism at all, or rather, Lord Caius was just toying with her.

  These scattered gazes did not affect Cynthia, whose ears had already received a lot of things in the bustling restaurant.

  One of the most discussed topics is about DC district.

  The nobles and clergy there are preparing for the selection of the Dark Holy Maiden, and the chosen one will become the new Holy Maiden of the Church.

  This matter originally had nothing to do with Cynthia, but she got a sense of crisis from it.

  Caius is the embodiment of darkness, this is a well-known fact among the Tamriel people. Is the Black Sacrament selecting a saintess to offer to him?

  There's no other possibility, I suppose.

  Cynthia furrowed her brow, although it was unlikely that Kael would accept given his personality, but there's always an exception to everything, what if he just happened to not be interested in her? After all, her brother had hurt him.

  She heavily placed the mutton soup in front of a young girl, who looked up at her with eyes filled with astonishment and pity.

  "If the Dark Saint is chosen, you will definitely be abandoned. The Vatican won't let go of this good opportunity."

  The girl lowered her head, sniffed the soup again, and said with a look of intoxication: "It's normal for Lord Khaos to play with you, after all, you're a noble of Rhodania with golden hair, a follower of the God of Light."

  Cynthia twitched at the corner of her mouth, again abandoned, she now hated this word very much.

  She absolutely won't leave Kaisers.

  Just as he was about to leave, a finely crafted black carriage suddenly stopped outside the restaurant.

  The carriage with XC district grid and Kais's one are somewhat similar but not exactly the same.

  The one who got off the bus was a lady wearing a light yellow puffy skirt, with three-dimensional and beautiful facial features, a head of curly red hair tied up, and a waist that was cinched like an hourglass.

  "Miss Cynthia."

  A bright female voice mixed with a hint of arrogance.

  The aristocrat from DC caused a hush in the restaurant.

  People in District XC generally have a low status, so they naturally dare not conflict with people from District DC, and one by one watch the development of the situation with gossiping expressions.

  This made Cynthia, who wanted to return to the kitchen, stop in her tracks and turn around. Her pale face was flawless, and her raised smile was dazzling enough to easily overpower the bright yellow she wore with just a black dress.

  "Are you eating? Miss." She politely asked.

  "No, I'm here to deliver a message to you."

  "Lord Gil's dinner invitation, hope you can come to DC district tomorrow night."

  "Bring your dance partner." The arrogant female voice added another sentence.

  The envelope was handed to Cynthia, and she also received the jealousy of the girl in front of her, who had been staring at her face for a long time since entering the restaurant.

  Cynthia had no interest in this dance party at all. Since the matter of the Saintess selection, she could guess that there was something wrong with this letter.

  She wanted to refuse directly, but suddenly thought of something, her smile unchanged, she clenched the white envelope in her hand and said in a smooth, silky voice: "Of course, I'll look forward to tomorrow night."

  After they left, the restaurant regained its bustle.

  Dawn explained to Cynthia who the person just now was.

  "Lord Gill's family is considered one of the wealthy and famous families in DC, with a large tract of land, many slaves and knights serving him. The newcomer is his second daughter, who has a high talent for divine magic."

  Cynthia didn't care about knowing how many daughters a human lord had, she just lowered her head to look at the envelope in her hand, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

  "It's not very busy now, so I'll tell you a new way of making onion pancakes."

  She took the envelope and turned back into the kitchen, avoiding a group of gossiping eyes that almost burned a hole in her back.

  For the bland taste of onion cake, Cynthia summed up in one word.

  Pinch.

  But Duane said that's how it's done in the whole XC district, and she thought her half-baked chef could pretend to be one again.

  "Although eggs are expensive, a dozen can make several pancakes with flour, and adding some pork floss inside can double the selling price."

  "Is that all?" Donne was a bit skeptical, so was the cook.

  Cynthia scooped up some kitchen ingredients and put them in a bamboo basket, adding as she left, "Maybe add a little more salt."