Zhao Guang, though he didn't really want to attend these fellows' banquet anymore, found it impossible to refuse because of their enthusiasm.
Once again sitting in his own seat, Zhao Guang routinely prepared a drink for himself and then watched the others happily drinking hot pot soup, the kind mixed with chili oil.
Okay, it was better than Beastmen chugging chili oil directly, but it wasn't much better.
However, when Zhao Guang saw the likes of Ocoro and their predicament, he finally felt a sense of balance. His own treatment wasn't too bad after all.
This time, not only was Ocoro tied up there, but the soldiers had taken the place of their attendants, forcibly shoving food into their mouths. Yes, they were literally shoving it in.
Ocoro and the others widened their eyes, desperately closing their mouths and dodging, but to no avail.
One look into their pots made it clear why this was happening: their pots didn't contain normal food.
