"Clang... Clang..."
In the narrow and shabby wooden restaurant, the Schwali girl Ingrid supported her cheek with one hand, staring dumbfounded at the gentleman beside her who was feasting. In front of him were stacked countless porcelain plates, despite the Pig-man chef having taken some dishes away in advance.
Fisher leisurely used the utensils provided by the restaurant to elegantly cut the food into bite-sized pieces, but this process didn't slow down his eating speed at all. In Ingrid's eyes, even the most stubborn bones seemed as thin as paper under his knife and fork.
This skillful action further confirmed to Ingrid that the man in front of her was not a native human of the South Continent, but a gentleman from the West Continent.
But gentleman or not, Ingrid couldn't help but ask,
"How long has it been since you last ate?"
