"Aiyaaa, that damn magic beast, why does it have to bite me before it dies?" A rough man with a muscular body wearing a beast skin that covered his private area curses
He was holding his stomach area that was still bleeding from a magic beast's attack. He was successful on today's hunt but at the same time, he returned with injuries, injuries that are common amongst the tribesmen
"Sigh... the healer said that because of the lack of ingredients and lack of time, the tribe lacks painkillers now. You have to endure the pain, Kruce" another tribesman replied while holding a wooden bowl with a green paste inside
"What? That's too bad! I like the healer's painkillers, no matter how injured I was before, I can't feel it. I even slept really well after taking them!" Kruce muttered, his heart filled with regret due to the lack of painkillers
