Corbin handed the soap to Hugh and walked out following the aroma, praising:
"The cooking skills of the patriarch are on par with the high-level chef I hired!"
Although this sentence was somewhat flattering, Corbin truly felt that the young patriarch's cooking skills were not bad, at least ranking top-tier among beastmen.
He walked to the side of Richard, who was sitting on the ground, and gestured for a servant to bring a chair over.
Living together for decades, he still couldn't get used to this mercenary's uncouth habits.
Richard disliked him sitting on a chair, suddenly being a head taller than himself. He pulled out his greatsword with a speed invisible to the naked eye. Swish, swish, a few strokes chopped off the legs of Corbin's chair.
Corbin sat on the chair without even shaking, only feeling his line of sight uncontrollably lowering.
