"According to those noble lords, this seems to be called sub-magic technology, which sounds very impressive."
"I see." The wizard appeared thoughtful.
Bang!
A wine glass suddenly slammed heavily onto the table, golden wine splashing out, wetting Joseph's sleeve as he tried to dodge, and leaving several wet spots on the wizard's robe chest.
"Hey, kid, we brothers want this table, hurry up and leave!"
The speaker was a rugged man with a face full of rough flesh, and a pair of triangular eyes glared at the wizard.
Following him were four or five men, all with mocking expressions, their eyes scanning the wizard malevolently from head to toe.
Seeing this scene, the experienced Joseph immediately understood, his gaze sweeping over the tavern, and sure enough, all the tables were full, except for this one table occupied by a lone customer, making him stand out in the crowded tavern.
