The chef responded, "Yes, sir."
Following Lynn's instructions, the chef hurriedly retreated.
He began cutting and portioning the pork for the guards.
Looking at the platter of pork weighing at least five or six pounds, Lynn said to Red, "Let's eat together, the chef prepared too much."
Red didn't hesitate, "Yes, sir."
Illuminated by the campfire, the entire camp entered a dining atmosphere.
...
Under the night sky.
Inside a castle with a spire.
On the top floor of the castle, in a spacious bedroom.
A robust middle-aged man lay with his arms outstretched, with two young women on either side.
His breathing was heavy, and he stared blankly at the ceiling above.
His muscular chest rose and fell dramatically.
It seemed he had not recovered from the previous entanglement.
Until a few minutes later.
The middle-aged man's breathing gradually became even.
He slightly turned his head and saw the woman's eyes closed on his arm.
His gaze began to move.
