The air was filled with roast meat aroma, carrying magical beasts' unique fat fragrance, making mouths water.
"Woo woo woo, so delicious..."
John gnawed voraciously at the roast meat while complaining incoherently: "I haven't had fresh magical beast meat in so long!"
He took a big bite with complete satisfaction, then remembered his experiences and his mood instantly dropped.
Vaerik ate meat while observing John's current appearance.
Indeed, unlike the high spirits when first arriving in the Northern Province, current John actually carried some weariness and had lost considerable weight.
"This Northern Province wasteland is no place for humans!" John complained to Vaerik while eating: "The frozen soil in my territory—grain simply won't grow!
