The fat cook was drenched in cold sweat. Looking around cautiously, he made his way back into Kahn Castle, clutching the small pouch Logan had given him tightly against his chest, afraid that someone might discover it.
"So there you are!" A servant suddenly patted the fat cook on the shoulder. He jolted and spun around, glancing at the servant. His lips trembled slightly as he stammered, "I... you... what do you want?"
"Ha! You're actually asking me what I want?" The servant let out a shrill, mocking laugh and said, "You must have eaten so much that you ate your brains too! Do you know what time it is? The lords are about to have lunch! Hurry up and prepare the food, then take it over. Otherwise, even several heads wouldn't be enough to save you from being executed!"
"Oh... I'll go right away!" The fat cook nodded as if waking from a dream and hurried toward the kitchen.
After running all the way back to the kitchen, the fat cook's forehead was covered in beads of sweat. He licked his thick lips, picked up a table knife, and began slicing a piece of meat.
Once the meat was sliced, he threw it into a clay pot filled with water, then lit a fire beneath it to heat it.
As he watched the hot broth bubble and boil, the fat cook sat blankly on a small stool, his heart torn with indecision. He patted the small pouch against his chest and wanted to reach in and pull it out, but withdrew his hand again. He repeated this several times.
He took a deep breath, felt the two copper coins in the cloth pouch at his waist, and pulled them out to look at them. After thinking about what Logan