"Alright." Garmandis swallowed heavily once again and hurriedly pressed his dragon claw against the pot lid. Steam constantly built up, but it still failed to lift off the lid. Only faint wisps of heat escaped from the few small holes in the lid. The mixture of the aroma of meat and broth was intoxicating. Not to mention Garmandis, even the members of the Mercenary Group standing aside could not help but swallow repeatedly at the smell.