Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Chapter 428: Dining (1)

Chapter 428: Dining (1)

Torghan ate like a man who had spent his entire life preparing for this one meal. His hands were a blur as he grabbed whatever was placed in front of him, tearing into meats he had never tasted before—succulent beef that melted in his mouth, rich pork that dripped with juices, and something they called a "pork pie," which, to his delight, was exactly what it sounded like: a pie, filled with meat. H

is tribe had always made do with goat, fish, and whatever game they could hunt or milk, but this? This was indulgence made flesh.

Then, there was… something strange. Small yellow-like piece of something steaming on a plate. He poked at it suspiciously before scooping up a forkful and shoving it into his mouth.

By the spirits....

It was soft, yet firm. Chewy, but not in an unpleasant way. 

Alpheo, watching all this, leaned back in his chair, sipping from his goblet with a smirk. The way Torghan was stuffing his cheeks, he looked like a damn squirrel trying to hoard food for winter. Good to know he's enjoying it, Alpheo thought, amused.

He had always been a fan of pasta. Now that he had the time and influence, he had made it his personal mission to have it prepared properly in court. It was cheap, it was easy to make, it tasted deliviously and more important it lasted a ton of time.

He'd expected resistance at first, but after a few plates had been set down and devoured, even the skeptics had changed their tune from their argument that manly composed of disgust over their worm-like appearance. Now, it seemed like another convert had been made, given the way Torghan was inhaling his meal like it might be stolen from him at any moment.