Dragon summoned a subordinate. After a few words, the Revolutionary Army member hurried out.
Werther had no idea what Dragon would offer in trade, but he did not ask. He would find out soon enough.
Several young women entered the hall, each carrying a generous platter of food.
"Thunder Swordsman, come try the food. It was made from that cookbook."
Werther speared a piece of Steak with his fork and tasted it.
The Steak had a decent texture, but it had been cooked a little too long, and the sauce needed work.
Werther would have given it a five out of ten. But he had tasted more fine food than he could count.
After swallowing the Steak, though, he felt warmth spread through his stomach. His stamina seemed to recover a little faster, too.
The sensation intrigued Werther and made him want the cookbook even more.
"The cooking is passable, but this feeling of recovering stamina is remarkable."
Ivankov smiled, unable to hide a touch of pride. After all, the man before him was the famous Thunder Swordsman, also known in culinary circles as the Dream Gourmet. Ivankov had heard of him.
But Dream Gourmet was not Werther's only nickname. He was also called the Bully Diner, because he often asked chefs for cooking advice, and given his fearsome reputation, none dared refuse.
"Werther, aren't the girls behind you adorable? They're maids trained by the Revolutionary Army."
Werther could not resist looking back at the girls, who really were dressed as maids.
The girls lined up neatly, bowed, and called out to Werther in bright voices:
"Master~ Enjoy your meal."
A smile crept onto Werther's face. He failed to notice the odd looks on the Revolutionary Army officers' faces behind him.
"I never expected the Revolutionary Army to have a