Night fell.
A bowl of spicy winter meat soup, stewed with Tongue of Fire grass ground from the very life of Undead, coarse rock salt, and jackal wolf meat.
Served with bread made from ground thorns of mutant roots and stems.
"Ha!" The sight of Aluna's slightly plumper cheeks told of how comfortable her recent days had been.
The two ladies who had recently joined the Star Dragon Ridge outpost did not hold back either; no one was shy about eating.
Lind looked at his bowl of "meat soup," which was so filled with meat that he couldn't see any broth, and said, "We don't have any problems with food supply for the moment, not just here, but Prey Town can supply it as well."
It wasn't that he was overly generous, but that the Undead farming was a bit too zealous, leading to a surplus of food that they could barely finish.
The fields of the Mad Wise Ones' village would likely be completely worn out before long.
