Chapter 874

Bradley meandered through the streets of Capitus without a clear destination until a captivating scent reached him—a fusion of various spices blending harmoniously. Intrigued, he approached a barbecue stall and settled into a plastic chair. The stall owner observed Bradley, noting his discreet wealth despite the absence of logo-covered attire. "Dear, we've got a customer," the stall owner announced. The stall owner's wife promptly removed her plastic gloves, retrieving paper and a pen from her apron. She handed Bradley a laminated menu with a warm smile. "Sir, this is our menu. Take a look at what you'd like to eat." Bradley's upbringing seldom exposed him to this kind of food. He might not have taken a seat if the roadside barbecue stall hadn't appeared clean and hygienic. "I'm alone. Just serve me what you see fit." "Do you have any dietary restrictions?" she asked. "None." With a basket for picking, the wife selected various skewers from a nearby freezer and put them on a p