Inside the watchtower on Flat-top Peak.
A feast was being held here.
The Dwarves brought out all the supplies and drinks from the watchtower and placed them in the square outside.
Quite a few Dwarves still had sores on them, but the stench on their bodies had mostly dissipated, and they no longer vomited from the pustular-induced Plague.
Kana looked at the food placed on the low table in front of him.
He had to admit, Dwarven food didn't look rough at all; it felt very substantial.
Meat steaks the size of a head were cut open and then roasted and cooked.
Various unknown animal limbs, skin and bones intact, were sprinkled with a special Dwarven seasoning and roasted over charcoal until oil and water sizzled and oozed out.
The pure scent of meat permeated the entire feast, stirring everyone's appetite.
At this moment, Getai raised his wooden cup, stood on the stool, and shouted loudly.
"Let's toast to the Warrior! Cheers—Evil Breaker!"
"To Evil Breaker!"
