Staring blankly at the torn blanket, Perturabo finally realized that he had no control over the strength in his hands. He simply did not know how much punishment these objects could endure.
Novelty—the novelty of ignorance!
Perturabo was beside himself with excitement. He touched every object in the room with both hands: stools, tables, bedboards, walls, lightbulbs, buttons. Touching them was not enough. Perturabo sniffed them with his nose and tasted them with his tongue. He became utterly absorbed in the joy of exploration, like a newborn infant discovering the world.
The door opened once more. Lin Fan pushed in a cart loaded with a massive steak, while chopped fruit filled another bowl.
Two bowls of mashed potatoes and green vegetables were arranged on the lower level of the cart. The utensils were specially made in Perturabo's size, little different from short swords and pitchforks.
"If you're hungry, eat something. If you really don't want to stay, there's a ship outside. Everything's been prepared for you."
"Ha!" Perturabo sprang to his feet, feeling that he had seen through Lin Fan's scheme. "Are you trying to play hard to get? Using such despicable means to make me serve you? Hahaha! Dream on!"
"...What a lunatic..." Lin Fan shot Perturabo an irritated, disdainful glance, then shut the door and left.
That left Perturabo somewhat at a loss. He maintained an awkward posture for a while before finally approaching the dining cart and carefully picking up the knife and fork.
The cold metallic texture felt both familiar and strange to Perturabo. Somewhat clumsily, he used the knife and fork to cut the enormous steak. A tender, juicy chunk of meat sat on his fork, and his eyes fixed on the beautiful juices glistening over it.
What would this taste like?
Perturabo's hands trembled