Legend of Wyatt

Scent Sinking Restaurant, the best restaurant in the town of Clear Breeze.

Located at the junction of the Lee family, Garcia Clan and Holland clan districts, it doesn't belong to any of these three powerful families.

According to the rumors, it's run by a major trading company from outside.

Early in the morning, there is already a good number of people coming in and out of the Scent Sinking Restaurant, all there for breakfast.

The people who can afford to dine at the Scent Sinking Restaurant, are all from the wealthier families of Clear Breeze, the existence of either high status or wealth is self-evident.

A golden boy and jade girl-type pair of young man and woman entering the Scent Sinking Restaurant get all the attention of the onlookers; most of their glances full of amazement and envy.

The views of amazement fell naturally upon the young woman, and the envious eyes all fell on the young man.

"Would you two like a table?"

One of the boys standing in a line at the doorway of the Scent Sinking Restaurant came forward to greet them. He bowed his head and asked with respectfulness.

"Yes, does the upper storey, a private seat by the window, have availability?"

The young man slightly nodded and asked as if he was familiar with the place.

"Yes, right this way, please."

The boy who heard the young man's words, immediately knew that he wasn't their first-time visitor. Quickly, he took them up to the upper floor which was noticeably quieter than the lobby on the first floor.

Of course, the consumption on the second floor was more than twice that of the first floor's lobby.

"We are in luck."

Seeing that there was only one table left by the window on the second floor, Wyatt Barnes raised his eyebrows slightly.

As Wyatt Barnes walked towards the table by the window with the young girl, some people in the second-floor lobby had their eyes fall on Keer, who was beside Wyatt. They were attracted by her graceful charm.

A few teenage boys near a window, cast their eyes full of greed on Keer.

"Keer, take a seat."

Wyatt took the purple short sword, which was sheathed, from Keer's hand and put it on the table. He casually pulled out a chair and invited Keer to sit down, displaying the manners of a gentleman.

"Thank you, Young Master."

A blush rose to the young girl's tender cheeks that seemed as if they could be punctured by a touch, as she sat down.

Just as Wyatt was about to sit across from Keer.

Suddenly a figure seized his seat before he could.

Wyatt frowned, finding a young lady in green had taken his place.

This lady was roughly about sixteen years old. While she was not considered breathtaking, her still child-like face exuded a hint of charm, contradictorily combined with a unique pureness, forming a unique impression.

An ordinary-looking maid came along, standing in modesty behind the green-dressed lady.

"Miss Holland, I beg your pardon, but this gentleman has already chosen this spot. Could you possibly change to another seat?"

The boy who had led Wyatt Barnes and Keer here spoke up, his face mixed with a humble smile, clearly recognizing the lady in green.

"I, too, have chosen this seat. Why, as a regular patron of the Scent Sinking Restaurant, am I not even afforded this basic right?"

The girl in the green dress looked down at the boy from her higher position with a raised head, her eyes full of arrogance.

"When I dine, I prefer not to have strangers present."

Next, her gaze fell upon Keer, who was sitting across from her. A hint of jealousy flitted across her eyes as she spoke in a flat tone. "As for you, young man, could you…"

"One of the boys accompanying the green-dressed lady glanced at Wyatt, suggesting that Wyatt change his position.

When he realized that Wyatt didn't seem to heed his words at all, he could only close his mouth in resignation.

"Young Master, shall we change to another spot?"

At this moment, Keer looked towards Wyatt as well.

She could see that this Miss Holland was a noble lady with a significant status.

Though her appearance and temperament were inferior to Keer's, her aura was stifling to Keer.

Though she had been with Wyatt for a while now, there remained a slight sense of inferiority deep within Keer's heart—which had all to do with her humble origins.

Wyatt caught the look in Keer's eyes. How could he not know what she was thinking?

He understood that if he wanted Keer to let go of her innate inferiority, he would have to set a good example.

At the very least, he wanted Keer to know that in this world, dignity had to be fought for by oneself.

"Keer, tell me, why should we change our positions?"

Wyatt looked at Keer gently and asked softly.

"Young Master, I…"

Keer didn't know what to say.

"Keer, remember this; from the moment you came home with me, you were no longer the Keer from before. I want to see your confident self, a reborn you, not the person you used to be, do you understand?"

Wyatt advised patiently and kindly.

"My apologies, Young Master."

Keer's eyes were slightly moist as she bowed her head.

"Hey! Are you listening? I hate having strangers around when I dine! Now get out!"

The girl in the green dress lost her temper, seeing that Wyatt and Keer appeared to be chatting leisurely, and yelled in resentment.

"Miss Holland, is it?"

Suddenly, Wyatt turned his eyes onto the green-dressed girl.

"You have a count of three breaths to vacate my seat, or else... Be prepared for the consequences!"

Wyatt's eyes flashed coldly, his voice dropping to a dangerous tone.

The girl in green changed color.

Just as she was about to retaliate.

She felt a cold aura rolling off the boy, who appeared younger than her, pouring over her. It was stifling, causing her face to turn pale.

"Two more breaths left!"

The low, ominous voice echoed again.

This time, the cold and heavy pressure was even stronger!

The girl in green was on the verge of a mental breakdown, but as the daughter of the head of the Holland Family, her pride forced her to grit her teeth and endure it.

"One more breath left!"

The low murmur echoed again, like stifled thunder.

Accompanying it was not only a cold aura, but also a hint of bloodlust.

The girl in blue turned pale, her face drained of color, and unable to bear it, she stood up abruptly from her seat.

She watched wide-eyed as Wyatt Barnes sat down, and the terrifying aura oppressing her gradually dissipated.

"Who said you are?"

The girl in blue took a deep breath, asking unwillingly.

She couldn't understand how a boy who looked younger than her could possess such a terrifying aura.

He just now, seemed like an Asura emerging from the depths of Hell, exuded an aura frigid and bloody.

She didn't doubt that if she hadn't stood up just now, she would have faced terrible consequences.

"Two servings of your signature dim sum here, um, and two bowls of soy milk."

Wyatt Barnes seemed not to have heard the girl in the blue dress, and instead looked towards the two dumbstruck servants, speaking slowly.

"Yes, sir."

One of the servants respectfully replied and left.

To him, anyone who dared to challenge Miss Holland, Bria Holland, was definitely not a simple person.

"Hey! I'm talking to you, didn't you hear?"

Bria Holland was practically at her wit's end.

Ever since she was old enough to understand things, she had been the apple of her parents' eyes, showered with love and pampered. This was the first time someone dared to ignore her so blatantly.

"Keer, the dim sum here is not bad, you should try it. If you like it, Young Master will bring you here every morning."

Wyatt Barnes looked at the girl across the table, his eyes filled with tenderness as he spoke softly.

"Young Master, it's enough to come here occasionally. I've heard that the dim sum here is very expensive."

The young girl shook her head wisely.

"No worries, although Young Master isn't rich enough to be an enemy of the state, I do have the ability to satisfy Keer's taste buds."

Barnes' unabashed words made the girl blush and lower her head, her tender cheeks dyed with a crimson hue.

"Young Master, Miss Holland is speaking to you."

The maid standing by Bria Holland looked at Keer enviously and timidly addressed Barnes.

"It must be hard for you, serving a mistress like her."

Barnes glanced at the maid and gave a slight smile.

"No… It's not… Miss… Miss Holland treats me very well."

The maid went pale with fright at Barnes's words and hurriedly waved her hands.

"Who asked your opinion."

Holland shot the maid a glare.

At this point, she felt a trace of unjustified jealousy rising within her. She never thought that one day she would be jealous of her own maid.

And not for any other reason, but because of the annoying boy in front of her who completely ignored her and warmly responded to something the maid said with a smile.

"Miss.Holland!"

"Miss.Holland, it really is you!"

...

A few boys at a nearby window-side table recognized Bria Holland and approached her, warmly greeting her. Their tones filled with admiration.

The expression on Holland's face softened a bit, she glanced at Barnes with pride.

As if to tell Barnes: I, Bria Holland, am the darling of the heavens, and there are plenty of people who pay attention to me.

However, when she saw that Barnes was still ignoring her, her face turned gloomy immediately.

"Miss.Holland, what happened?"

A boy a little older than Bria Holland sensed that something was wrong and asked.

"Yes, Miss.Holland, is there anything we can help with?"

The other two boys, roughly the same age as Holland, eagerly spoke up.

"I was the first to sit in this seat, but he insisted on me getting up and took my seat."

Bria Holland glanced at Barnes, her eyes seeming to well up in resentment, as she spoke, exaggerating the truth.

"What? He even dared to take Miss.Holland's seat!"

"Kid, you really have made up your mind to cross the line!"

...

Upon hearing her words, the three boys were instantly furious, pointing at Barnes and shouting.

"Miss, how could you wrong someone like this."

Upon hearing Holland's words, Keer's cute face turned slightly red, speaking indignantly.

When Keer lifted her head, her refined cheeks turned red in her anger, leaving the three righteous boys stupefied.

When had they ever seen such a beauty?

At that moment, they even forgot what they were doing...

"Is she pretty?"

The color drained from Holland's face as she asked sharply.

"Yes... no, no!"

The three boys were snapped back to their senses with a jolt.

That's when they remembered that this girl from the Holland family is infamously jealous.

Someone once said that a servant in the Holland family had praised a maid as being prettier than Bria, and as a result, both the maid and the servant vanished without a trace.

Turning their attention back to Barnes, they shouted angrily,

"Kid, get lost while you can. Don't you dare to cross with Miss Holland!"

"If you don't scram, don't blame us, brothers, for getting rude!"

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