After Solam appeared, Gab Newell rubbed his hands together and walked over to Solam with a devilish grin.
"Master, you've finally arrived! Please, your palace is ready. I've prepared the finest welcoming banquet for you." It had to be said, Gab Newell really did resemble a shrewd human merchant. Even his mercenary mannerisms were exactly the same—before discussing business, there absolutely had to be a feast first...
Solam had no intention of refusing. Fat G had connections everywhere, including in many material planes, so the things he had carefully prepared could not possibly be bad. Besides, ever since Solam had come to that damned place called the Abyss, he had not had a proper meal. There were few options in his lair. The best food available had been those demon larvae that wailed nonstop... and those things had human faces... How could Solam possibly eat something like that?
Eating demons directly was better than eating those things. Though demons tasted a little worse, at least they did not have human faces. (Solam really did eat demons, and strangely enough, he felt almost no aversion to it. For a time, Solam wondered whether something was wrong with his mind, but later he could not be bothered to care anymore. It was not as if he could starve to death, right?)
Solam still preferred more normal food. Wine would be even better.
Just as Solam was preparing to enjoy a proper feast, several demon Direwolves suddenly came racing over from the distance, carrying demon hobgoblins on their backs.
"Master! Those bugs... those bugs are coming!"
"What are you panicking for?! Can't you see the noble Lord Solam is here? Do we need to fear them?" Gab Newell had already clashed with the Locust King's army several times. He truly did not fear