Chapter 8 The Flame Crystal

Ethan watched this scene and casually ordered two dishes. To be able to run a restaurant at such times, this place must have considerable backing—at least no one dared to cause trouble. Cook Legion soldiers patrolled the entrance every two minutes, clearly giving special attention.
"Your dishes, please enjoy," the waiter said, placing three plates before Ethan without even looking back.
Ethan took a bite and frowned—not tasty. But compared to rat meat or mutated dog meat, it...