Inn's second floor.
Black Sail members were dining.
Although it couldn't compare to Archer's court level cuisine—a fairly standard dish from the Western Continent, fried pork chop with truffle rice—it was delicious enough, with the pork chop golden and crispy and the truffle juicy and toothsome, the rice grains plump.
One might even say it tasted better.
Because it was cooked by a girl, which wasn't the same as having a man cook.
Whenever Archer was around, no matter how tasty, the appetite somehow seemed lessened.
Liszt calculated the time.
The round trip to East Shore took over a month, and messing around in Aran with the grand robbery would take another month or two. Upon returning, it'd be just in time for the New Year.
That New Year's meal, followed by fireworks, watching some local festival programs on the island, would strengthen the bond with Dragon Lady right after the small festival.
Wasn't that practically becoming a family to conquer the world?
