The Next Prince, Chapter 29 pg3
The Next Prince, Chapter 29 pg3
“Will we make it in time? We're just waiting to see when Young Prince will form a team. Because the other two teams already have players.” The topic of conversation draws the attention of listeners, many of whom are crammed together behind the bodyguards, but they can't get closer because the guards stand firmly in place.
“Definitely, because I already have someone in mind.”
“Who are you choosing? Can you give us a hint? I bet with my friends, I want to know if we'll win or not.” Excitement fills the voice coming from someone not far from him, and when he looks in the direction of the voice, he finds the person asking standing just behind the entourage of bodyguards.
“I can tell you, it's not a secret at all... Me. I have my eye on two people in
Atsawathewathin's big club, both are very skilled, and they have experience competing for the national team.” Khanin raises his voice even louder to ensure the person asking can hear the answer and then shares his thoughts before closing his statement with a pretended embrace, expressing confidence and sincerity.
The grand drama has begun, making it easier to convey emotions, add color to the plot. Khanin believes that these exaggerated gestures are somewhat necessary for creating a buzz.
“But we heard news that Young-Prince Ramil seems to have hired those two already.” This time it's a voice from someone not sitting far from him, a man sitting next to Sroh, who curiously raises his eyebrows.
“Is that so? But it's no problem. If I want someone to join my team, I'll just buy the whole club.” It can be called good luck. When the question he wanted to answer comes earlier than expected, Khanin doesn't hesitate to reply. He playfully shrugs to make it seem like he's not pondering anything complex about the competition, even just a little.
“But what about money? Isn't budgeting part of the scoring as well?” A voice from a few people raises a question from a corner.
“It's okay. If I exchange it for getting two highly skilled people to stay with me, I agree to pay... I don't mind paying until I'm broke, having talented people around is reassuring, right, everyone?” This sentence seemed to leave many people puzzled.
Khanin politely chatted with the people who surrounded him before asking for some time alone with his close friend to enjoy a serene evening together, filled with newfound tranquility.
After hearing that Young-Prince from Atsawathewathin wished for some personal time, the people around gradually distanced themselves from his table with courtesy. Though in truth, all eyes in the room continued to steal glances at the famous young nobleman, as before.
“Young-Prince Khanin... What would you like to drink?”
Perhaps because Khanin had already found common ground with the previous group and allowed himself to be the center of attention for a considerable amount of time, the person who was the target of his visit seemed visibly relaxed.
Mira, the friendly bartender, approached with a smile and, naturally, Khanin returned the smile in kind.
“Um... Could you recommend something, please? Something easy to drink.
I'm not well-versed in alcoholic beverages.”
Charan, who had been quietly observing the drama unfolding between the two, raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing the sentence spoken by the other party. He chuckled to himself, recalling a similar situation he had experienced before.
He had witnessed this small person wrestling with a large beer bottle alongside a friend named Paul. Khanin's friends even humorously dubbed him as a barrel and filled it with beer excessively. Hence, the sentence ‘I'm not wellversed in alcoholic beverages’ felt like a scene from a play once again.
“Certainly. How about something refreshing, Young Prince? Are drinks with a main ingredient of lime suitable?”
“That's fine... but could it be slightly less sour, please?” He didn't particularly enjoy food or beverages that were excessively sour, as it caused a twitch in his temple. He considered his attempts to engage Mira in conversation to dissolve these behaviors before finding an opportune moment to discuss what he wanted quite successful.
“Orange is better, right? He likes everything with an orange flavor.” Charan agreed that if they waited any longer, there wouldn't be an opportunity to enter the conversation smoothly. So, he smiled back and suggested they get straight to the point.
Khanin and Mira exchanged glances before anyone who had been patiently listening spoke up.
“Orange is fine. He likes everything with an orange flavor...” Charan didn't intend to lose his manners, but he could see that if they waited much longer, they would no longer be able to enter the conversation smoothly. So, he smiled and gestured for them to continue.
“Yes... Yes, orange... Anything that has orange flavor is good.” Khanin immediately turned to Charan and expressed his approval of the things he liked.
The young man agreed that he should express his preferences to allow Mira to create the ideal cocktail with the taste he liked. Then, he could compliment her and smoothly invite her to join their team.
The plan was concise and harmonious. Charan sympathized with his friend's intentions.
“In that case, may I suggest a Screwdriver?” He concluded his sentence, and Mira promptly went to grab a round fruit, squeezing fresh orange juice out of it.
Mira skillfully mixed and shook the cocktail, doing everything swiftly and gracefully, before serving the refreshing, orange-infused alcoholic beverage directly in front of Young Prince in a matter of minutes.
“Delicious...” Khanin assumed the role of a taster immediately, playfully speaking to himself before raising the cocktail glass to his lips. His expressive eyes widened, impressed, before sincerely complimenting, ‘It's really delicious.’
“Thank you.” Mira responded with a polite smile, not showing much excitement from that compliment. When she noticed that the customer in front of her seemed content and satisfied, she turned to attend to other customers.
“You seem very agile, as someone recommended me.” A simple narrative sentence, but it can trap enchanting women.
Mira stopped raising her eyebrows before placing the joker in her hand, curiously asking because she wasn't sure what she had heard.
“Do you mean recommending a drink?” The female bartender locked eyes with Young Prince, a famous person, who was sitting chin-in-hand, and their gaze seemed different from just a few minutes ago, as if it could read each other transparently.
“It means anything that can be exchanged and mutually beneficial... You give me, and I give you the same.” It was almost a whisper, so light. Khanin raised a suggestive smile, revealing his intention for Mira to see.
She understood that the other party didn't mean a drink, but the true purpose was still unclear. Their intriguing gazes locked onto the cute face to analyze the information received and assess the desires of the person in front of them.
Mira intended to reject any offer she didn't want to know, a stubborn woman. However, the prominent nobleman reached out and handed her a folded triangular banknote, one thousand, extending it for her to accept.
“If you have free time, don't forget to use the tip I gave you... because I want to see you again.” The soft voice owner left casually with the banknote in Mira's hand, getting up and walking away with the familiar person who came with him.
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