Inside a room at Windsor Castle, Fang Li was wolfing down the meal placed before him.
Though he had not quite reached the point of devouring it ravenously, he was eating at a pace that looked slow but was actually fast, sending all the food before him into his mouth.
There was no order whatsoever to what he ate, either.
Fang Li simply finished whatever food was closest to him first, then gradually reached for the dishes farther away. He paid no attention to his preferences, much less any order of priority, giving the impression that he was eating purely to stop his stomach from growling, with no enjoyment in it at all.
Watching Fang Li like this, everyone exchanged looks.
On closer inspection, there were quite a few people present besides Sylvia.
There was Queen Elizabeth, the Queen of the Royal Faction.
There was Laura, the Archbishop of the Puritan Faction.
Along with Vivian, those were the people present.
As for everyone else, the armed rebellion had only ended a day ago, and there was still much to be done. They had all been sent out, so they probably had not yet received word that Fang Li had awakened.
Still, the fact that the leaders of two of the three factions governing England, including England's head of state, had rushed over to visit him at once was enough to show how highly this country regarded Fang Li.
After all, Fang Li was the one who had resolved England's armed rebellion and saved England from civil strife.
But now, as they watched Fang Li continue eating with a calm expression, neither Eliza, Laura, nor Vivian could utter a word. They merely watched him apprehensively, seemingly intimidated by the inexplicable aura radiating from him.
Even Sylvia became somewhat cautious as she