"Red wine braised Seven-Gill Eel, this is a delicacy only the Nobility can taste!"
In the living room, Jelan proudly sat down with his wife, saying, "Nowadays, Seven-Gill Eels cost 7 shillings a pound on the market, something common folks can't afford. Fortunately, today, a school of them suddenly appeared at the docks, catching a few for a snack isn't bad... Why aren't you eating?"
Igor gazed at the Seven-Gill Eels on his plate, adorned with fennel and exuding a fragrant aroma, his expression gradually turning indifferent.
Although he had lost his memory, he could still sense the joy emanating from the Seven-Gill Eels; they were the first kin he had encountered since waking up and the most loyal.
Now...
His kin, those he considered friends among humans, were skinned, chopped into sections, and cooked into food.
"Jelan, do you humans consider food as friends?"
Humans?
What nonsense is this kid talking about?
