Chapter 1798
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Vivian quickly dismissed the earlier vision as nothing more than a product of her imagination. After all, even if someone dressed in period costumes today, they couldn't possibly match the poise and charm of Manfred as she'd seen him in her illusion.
Perhaps the recent run-in with some negative items had affected her more than she realized.
Not seeing Manfred left her with an unexpected sense of disappointment. He had been so ill-suited for the weather-snow swirling around him, his clothes tattered and worn. No wonder his expression had been so grim.
She shook off the thought, brushing it aside as a fleeting fancy.
Wandering through Dewhurst, she spent the day capturing countless scenic photos. Some friendly tourists even helped her snap a few pictures of herself. She sent them to her family group chat, reassuring them she was safe.
After a long day of exploring, she decided to find a local restaurant in Dewhurst for dinner.
The restaurant stood out because of its grand and impressive decor, exuding an old-world elegance that evoked the charm of a simpler, bygone era.
Before even stepping inside, the mouthwatering aroma of the dishes drifting through the door had already captivated her senses.
Once inside, she paused, struck by the sight. The host at the entrance and the servers carrying dishes were all dressed in period costumes.
It was an extraordinary experience.
"This way, miss," the host said, guiding her to a table.
She sat down, taking in her surroundings. There weren't many customers-only three others. To her surprise, they, too, were dressed in period costumes.
Their attire and makeup were so authentic, unlike the trendy styles on social media or the polished looks of a studio. It felt like she had entered the middle of an elaborate period drama.
Before she could think further, a waiter approached and asked with a bright smile, "Miss, what would you like to order?"
"Do you have a menu?" Vivian asked.
"A menu?" The waiter looked momentarily stunned. "What is that?"
Vivian blinked in surprise. How could a restaurant operate without a menu? Perhaps it was part of their marketing strategy, fully embracing the atmosphere of an old-world tavern by eliminating menuso altogether.
"Then what are your specialty dishes?" she asked.
The waiter immediately rattled off a list of dishes, speaking quickly yet clearly. Vivian managed to keep up and ordered two dishes and a glass of lemon tea.
As she waited for her food, she observed her surroundings. The restaurant exuded an authentic historical atmosphere with no hint of modernity.
It felt as if she'd stepped onto the set of a historical drama. She couldn't help but admire the creativity behind the concept. Whoever owned this place was a genius.
It must be a new establishment. If it had been around longer, surely it would have appeared on social media. The sparse crowd seemed to confirm her suspicion.
Before arriving in Dewhurst, she had gone through every travel guide and influencer post, but none had mentioned this restaurant.
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Reaching for her phone, she intended to capture the surreal atmosphère. However, just raised her camera, the scene shifted Suddenly, she was sitting in an utterly ordinary, modern_O restaurant.
Although the servers were also dressed in period costumes, the overall effect lacked authenticity.
The sudden shift in her surroundings made Vivian's expression change instantly.
If she still believed this was an illusion, she was being far too na?ve. This wasn't a hallucination; it had to be the result of negative influences.
There were negative items in Dewhurst, and they made her feel like she was caught between reality and illusion, unable to tell one from the other.
She stood abruptly, her sharp movements drawing the attention of a nearby waiter, who asked gently, "Miss, is everything alright? Have you decided what you'd like to order?"
"Sorry, something urgent just came up. I have to leave," Vivian replied quickly.
Without waiting for a response, she headed straight for the restaurant's exit.