They say that when you come to a new world, you should adapt to its local customs. Su Zhou had already braced himself for a meal of "dark cuisine," but the breakfast the Naisel family's Little Duke prepared for him was unexpectedly lavish.
Roasted mushrooms, grilled meat, a basin of fried shrimp, and wine—a very healthy, high-protein meal. He ate with great satisfaction, going back for eight helpings.
It was a bit strange. The roasted mushrooms and fried shrimp made sense, since the area around Naisel City was indeed humid and had lakes. But for a luxury item like wine to still exist in this post-apocalyptic world was truly odd.
"My lord, some areas in the Maze are quite suitable for growing crops." A maidservant, wiping away a cold sweat as she watched Su Zhou devour the shelter's assets, answered in a low voice. "With the help of some Druid Magic, we at least don't have to worry about food."
