"I arrived in this city two days ago, earning the boss's approval with my barbecue skills and successfully securing this profession."
"Eh? How did you know I also enjoy handling ingredients? While I understand your point, it's lunchtime now, so guests, please try not to say 'corpse'."
"I certainly love my job, using flames to cook ingredients. The ingredients gain new meaning in the flames, death transforms into a life's nourishment, and I take pride in my work!"
"Ah? You're asking why I like to laugh... I was born this way. If you don't like it, I won't speak, my apologies."
Ash couldn't bear it anymore, "Hold on, Harvey, why do you listen to people so easily?"
"Taking care of others' feelings and paying attention to their experience—isn't that natural?"
The curly-haired man tilted his head: "Besides, my name is Archibald Harvey, you can just call me Archibald."
Ash turned red with anger: "You even changed your name to make it sound easier!?"
