"Then what should we do with the rest of the food?" Xavier looked at the table full of food, having barely touched a few bites, and asked with some worry. The food in the Black Dragon territory was all bought from outside using gold coins, and the people in the territory cherished every bite of food. Xavier naturally didn't like to waste food either.
"Let Percival deal with it." Isaac gnawed on a piece of bread, his expression unchanged as he decided the fate of the entire table of food.
Alchemist Percival Devin had returned much later than their originally planned time. Xavier had already finished gnawing on three baskets of bread, yet Percival's figure was still nowhere to be seen.
Just as the three were guessing if the other party had encountered any trouble and discussing whether they should go out to search, a cloaked man with a crow perched on his shoulder entered the tavern.
