The Chef Puppet used even more Crystal Stones, which were an unnecessary expenditure for Mages.
Hill looked at the Alliance Hierarch who stood there with a forced smile, not leaving, and suddenly realized, "List has run out of stock?"
"Yes. More and more people are coming, and we're running out of chefs. Mr. Hill, please, we really need food," Snow Cloud Peak pleaded. "If they have to cook their own meat, they're going to revolt."
"I'll write to List," said Hill after thinking, "He must have some surplus, but he's been busy lately and doesn't want to waste energy.
Twenty at most, can you manage that?"
"Of course, of course!" Snow Cloud Peak was overjoyed. "I'll have someone go and buy them right away." He eagerly watched Hill finish the letter and snatched it as soon as it was done.
His own concerns were life itself; theirs was the lack of food. Hill found it utterly absurd.
Hill clutched the pendant at his chest. "Srei, can you contact List from inside?"
