As he had expected, there were no open shops or those with their doors half-open. Occasionally, one or two shops were already in business, but they only sold breakfast pastries and the like.,Unlike the maid, his eyes were a murky gray...And when he spoke the local language, it seemed remarkably fluent. If you didn't look at him directly, you probably wouldn't think he was a foreigner at all,So... this is a strange shop run by the boss of an ice-hole, isn't it。