After a brief exchange, including their earlier direct contact in battle,
Han Dong gradually formed an assessment of the Head Chef.
First, he could be trusted.
He belonged to the "honest and dependable" type... Why the quotation marks? Because despite being fundamentally honest, he treated "slaughter" as naturally as breathing.
Coincidentally,
his name was Cliff, and he had also been a chef in his original world, even winning numerous international awards.
He looked like a world-class chef with a powerfully built body.
One incident had uncovered his other side.
Around forty years ago, he had been invited by the ruler of a certain planet to serve as the head chef for a state banquet... Unbeknownst to him, the local rebels had long been plotting to launch their final assault during the banquet.
Just when they believed they could easily crush the planetary government's defenses and seize power,
roughly 80% of their living forces, along with several armored vehicles and flying devices, were destroyed by this Head Chef of unknown origin.
Mr. Cliff, is that pig head your Head Chef prop?
Han Dong was particularly concerned about the Stitched Pig Head hanging from Cliff's waist.
Judging from the dense stitching, it had been sewn together from at least twenty different pig heads.
Moreover,
from the beginning of the performance until now, the Head Chef had not explored the manor at all. He had remained in the kitchen the entire time, slaughtering White Pigs, seemingly just to make this pig head.
Leaving aside where the manor had gotten so many White Pigs, such behavior was highly unusual in itself.
No.
Pigs hold special meaning for me. Compared with my prop, this pig head is more useful.
*My prop is the Chef's Apron I'm wearing. As long as it is stained with