Chapter 412: The Winner’s Box
The group ate in the Inn they were staying at. To celebrate their win, Sterling had splurged and ordered all kinds of stuff.
Hex knew some dishes, others he had heard about, and some he never even knew existed. Elated by the prospective meeting in two days, he tasted everything. The fish and shrimp dishes were his favorite.
There was a great variety of such food with different flavors and spices. To shell or not, that was the only point that irked him. It didn’t help that the first person he asked for help was Gronke. The Warlord just ate everything as they were served.
It was only when Hestia and Quid heard the crunching sound of the crab’s leg he was munching on, did he receive proper guidance. When he took the first bite of the juice white meat without the hard shell, he realized how delightful seafood could be.
’Once this was a dream. To be able to travel and eat seafood,’ Hex lamented, remembering the good old days when he believed completing missions and eating luxurious food would be the best thing he could achieve. ’Why am I born at the end of the Ages? Why couldn’t I be born in the middle of an Age?’
It was wishful thinking. He knew that. There was no regret. Just some moments where he remembered dreaming of becoming a big shot, earning respect, and living like the high-class of Grindeston.
Compared, he had surpassed the level of power and prestige he once dreamt of having. That was just life, he supposed. At least, this proved he was a living being, like everyone else and not just a tool created for the Divine Lord.
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"Listen up, everyone."