"Lord Zhao Guang, what are you still doing here? We were just about to try out the seasonings you brought."
So that's why Ocoro had run off so fast—it was because he saw Yars coming. Lately, Yars had been beating Ocoro to teach him a lesson, and every time, Ocoro ended up with a bruised and swollen face.
Even though Ocoro would use medicine to recover, it was still painful, and he had to deal with looking like a pig for a while.
"Sure, let's go try them out now. I'm quite confident in them."
The Beastmen figured it out, and they really liked this stuff.
Leaning in closer, Yars whispered, "Your Highness, keep your distance from Ocoro from now on."
What did that mean? Was he implying that he was a bad influence on Ocoro? If the Commander started having a negative opinion of him, that would be bad news. After all, his dealings with humans depended entirely on them.
"I, I was trying..." Zhao Guang struggled to come up with an excuse.
