Demon Emperor Daochen looked at him curiously. "Since this helps you improve so much, you should eat more."
The Demon Emperor pushed the plate in front of him over to Adolf.
To his surprise, Adolf refused outright. "No, no. This frail body of mine couldn't take it. I can't compare with you, Demon Emperor. You possess the strength of an Overlord while still in the Perfection Realm. I'm nowhere near your level."
"Eating too much of this can harm your body, too. As the saying goes, going too far is no better than falling short. Even a single bite takes me half a month to digest."
The Demon Emperor was utterly speechless. He casually picked up a few more morsels with his chopsticks and found them unremarkable.
They really did very little to improve his strength.
The banquet continued, with Adolf introducing the renowned dishes on the table one after another, explaining their functions and effects.
The Demon Emperor sampled each one. His palate truly was exceptionally demanding.
He paid no heed whatsoever to Adolf's experience.
These things simply weren't much use to the Demon Emperor.
Three rounds of wine and five courses of food later, the banquet was well underway.
Adolf's expression suddenly turned solemn. "Was the meal to your satisfaction, Your Majesty?"
The Demon Emperor looked at him with a smile. "The food was quite good today. It's been a long time since I tasted the smoke and fire of mortal life. It has a flavor all its own."
Adolf nodded. "I've carefully investigated your history, Your Majesty. You came here specifically to capture Six-Star Worlds. There's no need to hide it. Anyone willing to look can find that out."
"And you established the Mercenary Group to capture Six-Star Worlds. Everything you've done has served that purpose."
"I'll