"Ah?!"
Hearing Wang Zhao's words, Oscar could not help but freeze. Then, he caught a Gold Soul Coin Wang Zhao had tossed over.
"I didn't bring any Copper Soul Coins, so this will have to do. Give me one to try first. If it tastes good, I'll buy a few more."
Wang Zhao looked at Oscar, whose stunned eyes had suddenly lit up with excitement, and smiled.
"Ah, yes! Here you go!"
Oscar no longer hesitated. He immediately took a sausage from the cart and handed it to Wang Zhao, anticipation appearing in his eyes. Seeing Wang Zhao accept the sausage, Flender could not help but hesitate. "Your Excellency, are you really going to eat that...?"
"Mm-hm."
Wang Zhao waved a hand at him, then took a bite out of the sausage. Mm, it really did taste quite good. Compared to the starch sausages from his previous life, mixed with bone paste, Oscar's sausage was practically a heavenly delicacy.
As Oscar watched a hint of appreciation gradually appear in Wang Zhao's eyes, he could not help feeling a trace of validation. Just as he was getting excited, he suddenly recalled what Flender had called this mysterious black-clad man, wreathed in strange gray mist, who did not disdain the sausages he made...
Your Excellency?!
Oscar's pupils suddenly contracted, and he involuntarily took half a step back.
"Little classmate, the sausage tastes quite good. Give me a few more."
"Little classmate? Classmate?"
At that moment, Wang Zhao waved at the increasingly blank-faced Oscar, but Oscar did not react. Flender, who had always remained cautious and respectful toward Wang Zhao, the "Scourge of the Undead," immediately tensed and hurriedly nudged Oscar.
"Little Oscar, His Excellency is calling you."
"Ah? Oh!!!"
Oscar's eyes widened. He quickly skewered several more sausages and handed them to