Kapitel 602: Asking for the cure recipe

Michael followed the maids to the feast hall. The metallic lock rattled against the door when the maids opened the dark wooden doors. He couldn't help but grin when he saw the feast just for him. The hall had several long oak tables filled with food, mainly meat and freshly baked loaves of bread. In this world, most of the grand halls had the same arrangements. Long tables with a space leading to stairs to reach the elevated platforms where the prominent figure dined in behind engraved oak tables set facing the grand hall. 

As soon as Michael entered the hall, the chit-chattering silenced a bit while Michael gestured at them to continue. Usually, there would be barrels of ale for everyone to treat themselves, but the ale storage was destroyed in the battle against the Rottgards. Due to that, they only had fruit juice and water. Good thing they didn't have any dwarves among them. Otherwise, the short-beared bastards would have caused a riot just because there was no ale.