There were three people who came over. They were the three Apprentices who were in charge of taking care of him.
Roval, who was walking at the front, jogged over and said, "Wizard Heath, Why are you here again? Didn't we say that we would prepare any food you need for you?"
As he spoke, he looked left and right, his eyes showing a bit of disdain.
Only the big-headed warriors were cooking in the square. The fortress had a fairly standard independent restaurant for spell casters. Not to mention Wizards, even Apprentices... even Knights with a slightly higher status would rarely come to such a place.
Heath said, "It doesn't matter. It's the same wherever we eat."
Roval and the other two wanted to say something more.
However, Heath had already made up his mind. "Alright, I can decide what I want to eat for lunch. The three of you can go back."
