"Shut up! You eat the pizza, you pay for it—unless you want to come with us. It's a small business; are you really that cheap?" Keith Blackburn, captain of the local Law Enforcement Team, spoke without bothering to investigate.

Gert opened his mouth to argue but backed down. Getting taken in was no joke. "Fine. I'll pay."

Though Anton did not say anything more, his smug expression said enough to make anyone's blood boil.

"Hold it!"

A voice rang out. Keith and Anton frowned; who'd dare speak up now? They must have a death wish.

But when they saw who it was, everyone froze, then quickly bowed. "Greetings, Grandmaster Zeller!"

But Keith's team used a different title. "Lord Zeller."

Felix's face was stone-cold as he looked at Gert. "Where's the pizza you just ate?"

Gert went pale, trembling. "I'm sorry, Grandmaster Zeller. It's… it's all my fault. It really was."

He was terrified, as he had not expected Felix to be right there. Everyone knew Felix grew up in the capital,