Chapter 223: Grasping (Part 1)

Palace of Vacuity, in Jann's room, Thales sat in the main hall, silent and speechless.

"Doyle Family, have you finished inspecting the meal?"

Jann's voice rose coldly, not bothering to conceal his disgust and impatience:

"Don't know if there's any poison in there? Or any pieces of paper carrying secret messages slipped in?"

Behind Jann, in the side hall across from him, D.D, holding tableware, extracted his face from a table full of plates.

"Ah? Oh—almost done, almost ready."

Doyle, with his mouth greasy, glanced at Jann venomously upon hearing this, and dug up a large spoonful of mashed potatoes from the chaotic spread, biting into it as if he were about to crunch the spoon to pieces: