Pirates: Rush to the Peak

Two men in white chef uniforms slowly and carefully pushed an exquisite and large dining cart towards them.

Their steps seemed a little heavy, as if the car was carrying extremely precious treasures.

When the dining cart finally stopped in front of the gorgeous dining table, the two of them worked together to lift a huge and fragrant schnitzel.

"Lord Enel, please enjoy your meal." One of the chefs whispered, his tone full of awe.

Enel nodded slightly with a satisfied smile on his face.

Then, without hesitation, he rolled up his sleeves, showing a bold and unrestrained attitude.

He stretched out his strong and powerful arms and quickly reached for the plate of tempting food.

"Ah~Wuwu~Ahmm~" Accompanied by a low and eager sound, Enel began to enjoy this sumptuous meal to his heart's content.

His hands grabbed the food on the plate as quickly as lightning. Every movement was precise and without any hesitation.

As soon as he put it to his mouth, the tender and juicy pieces of meat disappeared in his hands in an instant, as if they were swallowed up by an invisible force.

Surprisingly, Enel could hardly be seen chewing the food.

They seemed to have just entered his mouth and slid down his throat into his stomach.

The speed at which he eats is jaw-dropping.

The chefs who were delivering dishes nearby witnessed this scene and were so frightened that they stood dumbfounded.

"This……"

Their eyes widened and their mouths slightly opened, shocked at how fast Enel ate.

"Has Lord Eneel been wandering outside for too long and hasn't even had a full meal?" someone whispered.

"Looking at the situation, I'm afraid it's true." Another person echoed, with a hint of pity in his eyes.

The chefs whispered to each other, discussing in low voices, as if they were discussing something extremely mysterious and curious.

Just then, Paul suddenly opened the door curtain and strode out of the kitchen.

He was holding a snow-white towel tightly in his hand and was wiping his hands continuously.

"What are you all doing standing here like idiots? Didn't you hear me calling you from the kitchen just now?"

Paul looked unhappy, with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

He had just carefully prepared a delicious dish and wanted to call someone to help serve it, but when he turned around, he was surprised to find that the kitchen was empty!

Hearing Paul's angry roar, everyone came back to their senses as if awakened from a dream. One of the chefs hurriedly explained: "Captain, we are just observing Master Enel's meal."

"Humph, what's so special about that guy eating? Is it worth you all to watch him like this?"

Paul curled his lips in disapproval and walked towards the dining table as he spoke.

However, when he got closer and took a look, he was stunned - he saw that the plate on the table that was originally full of food was now empty, with only some soup left.

"How miserable is this guy's life out there?"

Paul looked at the person in front of him and felt a surge of pity in his heart, and he couldn't help but sigh heavily.

He stared at the other person, as if he had witnessed with his own eyes the difficult years that Enel had experienced while wandering outside.

"Okay, stop sighing and let's take action. Let's go and prepare some more delicious food for him." Paul calmed himself down and said in a firm tone.

"That's right! We must let Lord Eneel taste the exquisite cooking skills of our Royal Kitchen Team!" A chef echoed, his eyes flashing with confidence and pride.

"That's right, this time we have to show off all our best skills!" another chef shouted excitedly, rubbing his hands, eager to give it a try.

Paul's words were like a fire, instantly igniting the passion and fighting spirit in the hearts of all the chefs present.

They rolled up their sleeves and strode towards the kitchen in high spirits, ready to show off their skills and use their best dishes to comfort this returnee who had gone through a lot.

After those people went into the kitchen and disappeared, Enel slowly raised his head and looked towards the kitchen.

While chewing the bone with some meat on it, he muttered to himself, "A bunch of idiots!"

……………………,

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Enel leaned back contentedly on the exquisitely carved armchair.

One hand gently stroked his round belly that seemed to be inflated, and a comfortable and satisfied expression appeared on his face.

"Paul, your cooking skills are getting better and better!" Enel burped and praised Paul, who was sipping tea leisurely beside him.

When Paul heard this, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a confident and slightly complacent smile, but he did not respond. He just continued to sip the tea in the cup, as if he was already accustomed to such compliments.

After Enelu took a short rest, something strange happened!

His body trembled violently, and then dazzling purple lightning suddenly gushed out of his body, like a series of nimble electric snakes dancing in the air.

Paul, who was sitting nearby, was horrified when he saw this and quickly moved to the side, fearing that he would be affected by the sudden lightning.

When the thunder and lightning gradually dissipated, Enel's belly, which was originally as high as a hill, suddenly shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye and returned to its original state.

At the same time, Enel seemed to be re-injected with endless energy, his eyes were bright and his whole body exuded an indescribable spirit.

"What the hell are you doing all of a sudden?" Paul held the teacup in his hand with a bewildered look on his face, his heart full of doubts and puzzlement.

At this time, Enelu, who had been sitting, slowly stood up, stretched out his arms, and twisted his body vigorously, as if he wanted to stretch all the muscles and bones in his body.

Then he took a deep breath and exhaled gently, as if adjusting his state in this way.