The sky had already darkened, and since the hunter's cabin wasn't electrified, they were still using kerosene lamps, with Cecil busy cooking food.
It seemed like he was frying sausages, and the aroma continuously filled the cabin. From this fragrance, Qin Muye could deduce that the sausages were indeed made with substantial effort and a good amount of spices; otherwise, they couldn't possibly smell so intoxicating.
"Come, Priest Andrew, try the sausages I stuffed. They are made from a mix of top-quality meats like rabbit, wild boar, and deer," Cecil offered earnestly, placing a full plate of sausages right in front of Qin Muye.
As appetizing as they smelled, Qin Muye had no desire to eat them; he had brought his own food, which smelled even more enticing.
"Sorry, Cecil, although I really want to try the sausages you made especially for me, it's past the time now, and my vows prevent me from eating further," Qin Muye said very sincerely.
