In the end, the three of them still failed to come up with a flag.
It wasn't for lack of imagination. They simply couldn't agree, and on this ship, there was no captain to have the final say.
No matter how strong Werther was, he would never force Tuski or Anita to do anything. One was family; the other was a friend.
"You bald idiot, let's stop this pointless discussion. I'm starving."
Tuski looked at Werther with the same innocent expression. Werther had no choice but to get up and cook for the two gluttons.
Hearing them, Gla Tony felt as though ten thousand beasts were stampeding through his mind. He hadn't dared say a word since boarding the ship, but he finally couldn't hold back.
"Lord Werther, you're the cook on this ship? I didn't know you had a hobby like that."
Gla Tony had meant to ask whether Werther was responsible for their meals, but that sounded a little inappropriate, so he hurriedly changed his wording.
“Oh, right. You're here too. If you hadn't spoken up, I'd almost have forgotten your portion. Go wait in the Restaurant.”
Gla Tony didn't dare ask whether he was really that forgettable. He could only nod silently and head to the Restaurant.
He still couldn't understand how the Swordsman who had fought like a murderous fiend on that Island could change so completely once he returned to the ship.
Of course, Gla Tony didn't know that Werther reserved his kindness for family and friends.
While Anita and Tuski waited, Werther brought a delicious meal to the Restaurant.
Anita cheered, picked up the dessert Werther had made for her, and began to eat.
After the meal, Werther intended to discuss the flag with them again. But Anita ran straight to the training room