The Mysterious Hooded Man

Though it gleamed like silverware, it had the distinctive smoothness of polished stone when he squeezed it.

Kor'sarro Khan applied a little more force, and his fingers clearly felt a faint roughness. This thing had probably been made by hand.

So after the last gathering, these Space Wolves had personally crafted this tableware?

Not bad...

Kor'sarro Khan nodded slightly. In truth, he had only come this time because Kaiser Whitefang had pestered him beyond endurance. Ever since failing to get a satisfactory answer from Kor'sarro Khan at the previous feast, that damn Space Wolf had been thinking about it day and night. Sometimes, he even had Wodhaus call him through psychic means.

Before landing on Karkuo Agri World, Kaiser Whitefang had specifically come aboard the Swift Wind, claiming he had urgent business to discuss.

"Come eat on my ship after this battle?"

Upon hearing that, Kor'sarro Khan had nearly drawn his blade. Fortunately, he usually cultivated his temperament, so he had not lost his composure.

When he lifted the lid, he found a stack of thick, golden-brown roasted meat slices inside, laid atop a vibrant green leaf. From the fresh scent wafting up, Kor'sarro knew it had been grown with Gold Kela.

Ever since they had acquired Gold Kela, their warships had never again faced food shortages. Moreover, this food was far more nourishing than simply surviving on nutrient paste mixed with ceramite powder.

He gently tore it apart with his fork. Beneath the golden crust, it was still partly raw, red streaks of blood exposed before Kor'sarro's eyes. The Space Wolves believed this was the only way to taste the ingredients in their most natural state, and as a nomad of Chogoris, Kor'sarro could naturally accept such food.

He cut off a piece and put it into his mouth.