Those who bristled at every turn were only trying to assert their authority, to soothe their fragile, twisted psyches.
But Lance didn't need to; he simply nodded with a smile.
"Let's go, time to eat."
He hadn't had much of an appetite in the Beast Lair, but in reality, Lance could eat a lot, and the energy his body required was also immense.
He, too, could enjoy the best treatment Hamlet had to offer.
Fishermen sent whatever good things they caught his way. This wasn't just because Lance paid; more importantly, it was a matter of pride. The Lord choosing their catch proved theirs was the best—something to boast about.
The freshest and finest vegetables and fruits were also delivered here. Berries arrived plump, naturally ripened, and delectably sweet and sour.
If he wanted meat, the farms had chickens, ducks, cows, sheep, and pigs ready to be slaughtered anytime he wished, guaranteeing absolute freshness.
