About three days later, Asher sat in the restaurant with his BloodBlades behind him. Asher crossed his legs and kept tapping his hands on the table as he gazed at 20 cooks. All of them had promising grades but he refused to be know.
If he knew, he would have eyes on those ones with high grades and have greater expectations, which might affect his decision. Because of that, it was best they prepared meals with the ingredients before them. Before each of them were Hexakad chickens, slain and fresh for cooking.
Killing ten Hexakads, diamond-ranked beasts wasn't anything to Asher anymore, as he had thousands of them and with constant intake, he had long lost the effects of eating them. Now he only enjoyed their delicious flesh.
