Most followers of the Father of War are drunkards, and "Broken Bone" is prepared for such people.

However, now, everyone had collapsed.

Only Ethan seemed sober. After drinking down the last follower of the Father of War, he stood up and walked toward the tavern owner, who took a step back in fear.

"Boss, let's settle the tab for our table."

"15... Gold Lions."

Ethan took out his pouch, counted out 15 Gold Coins, and handed them to the owner.

Although these patrol officers claimed they wanted to treat him, seeing their current state, they probably wouldn't wake up for a while.

"Miss Keroy, let's head back to the inn."

"Coo, coo, coo—!"

Miss Keroy fluttered her wings joyfully, following behind Ethan.

She hadn't eaten so delightfully in a long time.

It wasn't until Ethan had left for a while that the owner came back to his senses, looking at the toppled followers, having no choice but to accept the astonishing truth before him.

When the dawn's light brightened the dungeon the next day, a sensational piece of news spread.

A terrifying newcomer arrived in the dungeon, single-handedly drinking down a whole tavern of followers of the Father of War!

Even the War Council was startled. Drinking and eating meat is their way of interacting, and in the eyes of the followers, alcohol capacity is a symbol of spirit and strength. Under the Father of War's gaze, no one can cheat at the table!

This thrilled the lords of the War Council, who early in the morning ordered people to inquire about this unexpected guest.

A born follower of the Father of War!

This was their appraisal.

Just at dawn, a Warlord eagerly burst into the temple, bringing this exciting news to the man sitting quietly inside, with his back to him.

Compared to the burly followers, the man looked somewhat thin and his clothing style was slightly out of place.

Black trousers, a double-breasted military coat, the man with short hair looked full of vigor.

"Kane, you have a rival!"

The lord could hardly contain his excitement.

"Who is it?"

The man opened his eyes, inquiring with interest.

"Old Sen," the lord said, "that's what the people in the tavern called him."

Meanwhile, Ethan, after washing up, made his way to the first floor. A whole night's hard board bed left his body feeling a bit stiff.

The inn in the dungeon excellently preserved the style from centuries ago, exuding the beauty of a bygone era.

In the lobby, there was only a maid snoring at the front desk, and a sign pointed to the dining area on the first floor—the self-service breakfast area.

At least there's a self-service breakfast to eat.

Ethan consoled himself, silently making excuses for the inn's one-star service.

Given the unique environment of the dungeon, it almost never has customers year-round. Maintaining the inn is already an achievement, with only him and Miss Keroy as guests here.

However, when he walked into the dining area, all his rationalizations came to an abrupt halt.

It was indeed a dining area and lived up to the description of "self-service."

But the form of "self-service" was somewhat advanced; ingredients were neatly arranged on the shelves. Vegetables, fruits, chicken, beef, and lamb were all available, looking fresh.

The only downside was that the ingredients were all raw.

On the wall was a line of small text, "The chef is out, feel free to use the kitchen, will be back in three days."

This was an enormous blow for the hungry Ethan, who was too busy cheating while drinking last night, only managed to have a few bites of roast lamb, and now, waiting for him in the dining area were only the unprocessed ingredients.

Miss Keroy looked up at him obediently, cooing softly.

"I can lend you a hand!"

Miss Keroy offered him an invitation.

Though she didn't mind eating raw, Ethan, being human, would find it hard to adapt to the taste of raw meat.

Darkness swept before Ethan's eyes.

For the first time in his life, he encountered the situation where, staying at an inn, he had to cook for himself, making him reflect on whether refusing Nightmare's invitation had been a wrong decision.

However, he had a backup plan.

He scanned the fresh ingredients and made up his mind.

"Miss Keroy."

"Coo?"

"Have you heard of shawarma?"

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