The problem Veronica was most worried about was this.
Destiny, who sat on the left side of Veronica, laughed and explained, "He's a friend of one of my subordinates. He can understand the hidden clan's dialect and has been living here for a long time. Otherwise, why would I let him cook for you?"
"That's right. If he couldn't understand our dialect, then it'd be troublesome for him to buy groceries daily."
Smiling, Mateo explained, "I accompanied him down the mountain to get groceries today, so don't worry. He's a hundred percent safe," he assured with confidence.
Propping her hands on the table, Veronica cupped her chin and stared at the simple yet honest man while tilting her head. "What's your name?"
"My name is Iron Pillar." The man looked at Veronica sideways while speaking in a Bloomstead dialect.
Pfft!
Hearing that name, she could not help but laugh.
Then, she covered her lips with her hand, shook her head, and immediately composed herself to pretend to be calm. "My apologies. I just think your name is quite special."
Meanwhile, Crayson and Destiny did not think much about it and thought Veronica was laughing at the name 'Iron Pillar."
It was already the twenty-first century, so the name 'Iron Pillar' was indeed strange.
"Iron Pillar? Ugh… The food isn't bad. Can you make me something different this afternoon?" Veronica sighed disappointedly and could not help but complain, "The dishes in the hidden clan aren't delicious and I miss Bloomstead's delicacies."
"Of course. You may order whatever you want to eat. I can make everything."
Nodding, he looked at her sincerely.
"I want to eat…" After thinking about it, she waved her hand. "Forget it. Just make me your signature dishes."
Once she finished, she got up and ascended the stairs. "Mateo, come up to my room later. Didn't you say you wanted to tutor me?"
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