Bab 59: Enter: Bartholomew Cantus

The chubby man chuckled, looking at the village chief before him and a few other lowlifes. 

Hmph! 

'They should be happy I even thought of coming to such a cheap place!... Is that the smell of... Augh~... How disgusting!!'

The chubby man who couldn't even carry his own size, squirmed in his seat, feeling too repulsed when he got a strange whiff from another peasant who came in.

Sure enough, these peasants didn't even know how to take baths properly. 

Who knows... Maybe they haven't even taken a single bath for weeks now. 

To him, a townsfolk man, the smell mix of their natural foul scents was just too choking. 

'Fortunately, I don't have to stay one breath longer once the task is completed.' The chubby man thought. 

Thap.

He snapped his fingers, and the servants beside him lowered the stem of grapes closer to his mouth. 

1, 2, 3... 

In a blink of an eye, the chubby man had chowed down 10 massive grapes.