Koala stared, dumbfounded.
If the Revolutionary Army had a large supply of S1, its casualties in battle would drop dramatically.
Koala was about to ask Tuski for the formula, but she stopped herself.
She was hardly close to Tuski or Werther. Asking for the S1 formula so abruptly would be rude.
But the medicine was too important to the Revolutionary Army.
Tuski seemed to read her mind. Tuski wrote a note and handed it to Koala.
"You can have the formula. It's no big deal. But I made this with my ability. If you use precision equipment to prepare it, you should be able to achieve half the effect."
Tuski picked up a formula from the table and handed it to Koala.
Koala took it. She couldn't understand it, but she felt Tuski wouldn't lie to her.
What generous people. Koala carefully tucked the formula into her clothes.
Werther called out from outside.
At the sound of Werther's voice, Tuski's two long ears twitched. Tuski clearly loved good food.
Koala watched Tuski hurry out, puzzled. Did Werther mistreat Tuski? Did he not feed Tuski enough? Why such a rush whenever it was time to eat?
Still wondering, Koala left the Laboratory and followed Werther's gesture into the Restaurant.
The moment she reached the Restaurant doorway, a delicious aroma greeted her. The food smelled wonderful.
But when she saw the feast on the table, Koala looked at Werther in disbelief. This Great Swordsman who had slaughtered thousands could cook? From the smell and appearance alone, she could tell the food was delicious.
Koala sat down, picked up her knife and fork, and tried the steak in Red Wine sauce before her.
Her eyes widened at the first bite. It's delicious! Then she began sampling the other dishes.
The three of them