"This time, I really struck gold. A few cheap weapons in exchange for a recipe this amazing."
Werther stared at the golden-brown roast Wild Boar before him and swallowed. He had actually been tempted by his own cooking.
He had felt a little lonely on this deserted Island, but the meal before him swept that loneliness away.
With a light stroke of his knife, Werther cut off a succulent piece of Wild Boar. As the golden crust broke, a trickle of glistening juice ran out.
He put the Wild Boar meat in his mouth and chewed slowly. The outside was crisp and fragrant with char, while the meat within was rich, juicy, and incredibly tender.
Werther took out a bottle of fine wine. Eating food this good without wine would have been a waste.
Just as Werther was about to continue enjoying his delicious dinner, a rustle came from the bushes behind him.
He released his Observation Haki in an instant, and his body tensed slightly.
"A human? Why would there be anyone on this Island? Could they be indigenous?"
The thought reminded Werther of the brainless Indigenous People at Golden Bull Horn, and he felt a headache coming on.
He wasn't worried about how strong they might be. He just didn't want them interrupting his dinner. He was in a good mood and had no desire for bloodshed.
But as the figure drew closer, Werther could tell she wasn't indigenous. She carried a weapon, and a beautifully crafted one at that.
"Don't move! Hand over that food, or I won't be so nice. Gulu..."
The command came in a forceful feminine voice, but then Werther heard her stomach growl. She really was hungry enough to rob him.
He turned and saw a slender figure standing in the misty rain,