"Arrogant!"
Duncan calmly sat down, picked up the roast meat, and began his main meal, calmly saying, "What's the harm in trying?"
Upon hearing his words, the red-haired female pirate's expression became uncertain with suspicion. Her cheeks flushed a wine-red color as she deeply scrutinized Duncan, puzzled and asking, "Who exactly are you?"
"Is your father a chieftain of some barbarian tribe?"
This man certainly wasn't a Divine Son.
Duncan revealed a trace of mockery and said flatly, "I'm just an ordinary barbarian."
"As for what you want, there's no need to make it so troublesome."
Duncan continued to eat and drink excessively; the Power of Gluttony hadn't triggered for a while. His appetite was astonishingly large, and he paid no attention to the contemplative female pirate before him, instead instructing the attendant behind him to keep serving the main dishes.
By the time the female pirate snapped out of her daze, the table was already piled with bones.
