The Undead Tribe worked fast and never felt tired. Even though Spencer felt it was taking an eternity, it was his turn before long.
The chef had already heard about him being in the queue and cheerfully asked, "Mr. Spencer, which types would you like?"
"Spicy pot! All of them! And the King's portion, can you give me that together?" Spencer spoke decisively, he would definitely not give his portion to William.
The chef agreed just as promptly, and as the pot slowly filled up, Spencer was caught in a fierce internal struggle.
He was too embarrassed to eat in the crowd and almost teleported, steadily carrying the pot back to the Lord's Mansion.
He looked in surprise at William, who was sitting in his room: "How did you get here?"
"When you mentioned the King's portion, I knew I had to come over myself!" William said with displeasure written all over his face, "I wouldn't trust you to bring it to me, you would definitely eat it yourself!"