Lynch smiled at the sight, then turned and took more skewers from the nearby ingredient basket, placing them on the charcoal fire to continue grilling.
Soon, this batch of skewers was about seventy or eighty percent cooked. Grease dripped into the charcoal, making a SIZZLING sound.
Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps burst into the backyard.
"Lord Lynch!"
The young Ice Element Mage, Eleanor Frost, walked up to the charcoal stove with her cheeks puffed out, fuming. She radiated an aura of "I am not pleased."
"Why didn't you take me to fight the Gnolls? Lord Aus kept me on logistics! During the celebration today, all I did was handle trivial matters—tallying supplies, counting personnel, arranging meals... It's all just menial work!"
Her emotions running high, the chill emanating from her body spread uncontrollably. The flames in the charcoal stove flickered and nearly went out.
