The beggar, with a big belly, ran swiftly. The waiter, holding a chair, chased him to the door, cursing as he watched the beggar run off into the distance.
After a while, the waiter put down the chair and, full of apologies, walked over and bowed in apology, "I'm really sorry, sir. I wasn't paying attention and let these lowly people slip in. I hope it didn't disturb your enjoyment."
"It's fine. I just finished my drink." Herag put down his glass and got up to leave.
The wooden sculpture that the beggar had left on the table was already gone. Herag had put it away earlier.
Herag sensed a trace of the Abyss Plane's aura from the wooden sculpture. Although it wasn't very strong, the presence of the Abyss Plane's aura could be distinctly felt.
The sculpture seemed to possess an allure of some sort, making people unable to resist looking at it.
But to Herag, it was completely useless and could be directly ignored.
