The first prince of the Roth Empire had finally ended his visit to Chaos City, and there was a grand farewell ceremony at the city lord's castle held for his group.
"What a pity. Now you'll have a lot to crave for now. It's easy for a poor person to be extravagant, but it's not easy for an extravagant person to live poorly." Abraham sighed softly in his horse-drawn carriage as he watched the golden eagle disappear in the distance.
For a chowhound, you couldn't meet chefs who were too good when you were young, especially top-tier chefs like Boss Mag. Otherwise, you would never be able to walk out of this city.
Of course, for an old man like him, who had tasted the whole of Norland Continent, it was fantastic to be able to meet a chef like Boss Mag at his age.
