บท 389: Different Worlds

At the base of the Spell Department, inside a private room at the restaurant, the delicious smell of chicken permeated the air. The carved wooden table was filled with chicken legs cooked in different methods. There were chicken legs sourced from different fowls, like hens, black-bone chickens, bramble finches and so on…

"Yummy, yummy." Lucky plopped himself on the table like a lazy cat. His oily paw grabbed at the chicken thighs and savored the different kinds of offering. He occasionally patted the table to say, "So this is fried chicken, it's so crispy! And this is stewed chicken, the flesh is so tender…"