In the realm of gods, fifteen days had slipped by since the daring heist in Eden's garden. After thoroughly thrashing Barug and his henchmen, Michael had ensured the safe exit of his crew and then expertly refined the stolen alchemical goods into valuable pills and potions. At that moment, he found himself seated in an opulent restaurant renowned for its delectable orc cuisine.
As Michael savored a bite of the sumptuous honey-glazed chicken, a female orc maid approached his table with a warm smile. She couldn't help but admire the confident aura that surrounded him.
"How is the honey chicken, sir?" she inquired politely.
Michael, his charming smile captivating the orc maiden, nodded approvingly. "It's fantastic, absolutely delightful," he replied with genuine appreciation.