I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 798: Breakfast

They stepped out of the palace gates, the early sunlight brushing across the cobblestone streets. Mark kept glancing sideways at the man walking beside him. He is tall, broad-shouldered, relaxed in posture, and smiling as if he had no care in the world. A faint scar ran down the left side of his face, but it only added character rather than making him look dangerous.

He didn't look particularly noble either. No fine robes – he is using the clothes provided by the palace, no entourage, no air of superiority. Just a simple tunic, boots, and a carefree attitude.

Still, Mark couldn't shake the nagging question at the back of his mind. Why the hell was the king himself paying attention to this guy? Even the royal guard had looked like he was standing next to a walking disaster. And yet… here Eccar was, strolling like a man on vacation.

"Who is this guy, really?"

"So," Eccar said suddenly, glancing at Mark with bright curiosity, "you're an adventurer?"

Mark blinked. That was such a basic question that it caught him off guard. "Uh, yeah. I am."

Eccar tilted his head. "What is that? You… do adventure?"

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Mark stopped walking for a moment, eyeing him. Is he joking? Even kids knew what adventurers were. The way Eccar said it—genuinely puzzled, not mocking—only made things stranger. Was he pretending not to know, or was he really that clueless?

"You seriously don't know?" Mark asked cautiously.

Eccar smiled. "I've… heard of the word. But not sure what it means here."

Mark frowned. "You're from the Elf Kingdom, right?"

Eccar gave a shrug that was too casual for someone supposed to be a diplomatic guest. "Something like that."

That didn't help at all.

"Well," Mark said slowly, deciding not to press too much, "adventurers take on quests, hunt monsters, protect towns, and get paid for it. That's what I do. My name's Mark, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Mark," Eccar said. "And don't call me 'sire.' Just Eccar. That's my name."

Mark gave a short nod. "Alright. Eccar."

They continued down the main street, passing fruit stalls just opening and sleepy shopkeepers preparing for the day.

Mark led them toward a local restaurant tucked between two merchant buildings. It wasn't fancy, but it was known among the locals for its flavor-packed dishes and hearty breakfast menu.

Mark expected the worst. Elves from the kingdom tended to be snobs. Even the polite ones often sniffed at human food like it was some kind of punishment.

Mark had grown used to their comments and complaints—how "earthy" everything tasted, or how "barbaric" humans were for frying things in oil.

Still, with him at Eccar's side, at least no one would dare make trouble. His presence alone was usually enough to keep troublemakers in check.

They entered the restaurant, and the smell of grilled meats and stewed vegetables filled the air. A waitress greeted them with sleepy eyes, and Mark chose a quiet table in the corner.

"I'll get the best-seller menu," Mark told the waitress. He got the money from the king anyway, so why not spend it on himself as well? "Two portions."

She nodded and disappeared toward the kitchen.

While they waited, Eccar leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, eyes scanning the room with easy curiosity.

Then he asked, voice calm but oddly focused, "Do you know of anything unusual happening in the city lately? Something people might whisper about but not tell the palace?"

Mark looked at him, startled. "That's… a strange question."

"Maybe," Eccar said. "But I figured someone like you might know. You're close to the streets, right?"

Mark narrowed his eyes. This wasn't the kind of question you asked while waiting for breakfast. It was the kind that meant you were looking for something.

And suddenly, the puzzle around Eccar grew deeper.

"…Why are you asking?" Mark said, more cautious now.

Eccar met his gaze without hesitation and simply said, "Because I need to know what kind of place I've walked into."

Mark leaned back, silent for a moment, unsure whether to feel curious, concerned… or intrigued.

But Mark didn't see any harm in answering the question. If anything, this could be a test from the king—see how observant he was, or how loyal.

Mark wasn't sure what Eccar's real purpose was, but for now, playing along seemed smarter than brushing him off.

"There is something strange I've noticed recently," Mark said quietly, keeping his voice low even though no one else in the restaurant seemed to be paying them any attention. "I don't know if it means anything, but… criminals have been going missing."

Eccar raised an eyebrow, clearly interested. "Missing how?"

"I mean they're gone. Disappeared. No bodies, no fights. Some of the lower guilds noticed first—bounty targets just vanishing from the streets. At first, we thought it was someone else collecting bounties fast. But even the ones who weren't wanted anymore, who were just lying low, they're gone too. No sightings or rumors about them."

Eccar leaned back slightly, arms crossed. "Was it reported?"

"Yeah. Some people told the city guard. I'm pretty sure those reports made it to the palace, but… since these people were criminals, I guess no one bothered to investigate too hard." Mark gave a shrug. "The thinking is, if they're gone, then good riddance."

Eccar nodded slowly, thoughtful. "That could be connected to what happened in the Qomore Kingdom…"

Mark glanced at him. "Qomore? What happened there?"

Instead of answering directly, Eccar asked, "Are you also going to accompany me to the Qomore Kingdom as well?"

Mark frowned in confusion. "Wait—what? I thought I was just showing you breakfast spots."

"Actually," Eccar said calmly, "I want to go there."

Mark opened his mouth, then closed it.

But before he could respond, the waitress returned with two large wooden trays, placing them in front of the two men.

Hot steam rose from grilled meat skewers, spicy vegetable stews, and thick slices of buttered bread. The smell was enough to silence any questions for a moment.

Mark watched carefully, half expecting Eccar to sniff the food and complain like most from Elve kingdom did. Instead, Eccar dug in with enthusiasm.

"Mmm. This is delicious!" he said, already biting into a skewer. "What do you call this?"

"Uh… meat skewer?" Mark replied, still stunned.

"I like this city already," Eccar said, grinning.

Mark chuckled softly, the tension easing just a little. "You're not like the other from the Elf kingdom I've met."

"Haha," Eccar chuckled between bites. "But I'm not really an Elf."

Mark knows that, of course. But its not the most important thing. Why is he wanted to go to Qomore?

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