Arthur looked at his food and sighed. He had spent two weeks in this world, yet he still found the food unappetizing. It wasn't bad, in fact, it was quite nutritious, but he had grown used to the rich flavors of his own world. The reason for the bland taste here was their rare and expensive use of spices.
Still, driven by hunger, he didn't hesitate for even a second and began eating. Within a few minutes, he had emptied every dish in front of him.
Burp!
'Hmm, I've now completely taken control of the barony. All that's left is to deal with that messenger when he returns, and I'll ensure my identity remains hidden.' At the moment, there was no one left in the barony who could threaten him. This bought him another week of safety before he would have to face his biggest problem—**the real Arvan**.
He leaned back in his chair, engaged his mind to its fullest capacity, and began thinking of a solution to his dilemma.
