The large pot erected at the front door was steaming, and the rich aroma of meat wafted out, making everyone's mouth water.
Carrots, scallions, and several types of vegetables that Leon had never seen before were added to the extremely luxurious horse meat.
Since these valuable riding beasts had already died, the surviving people naturally had to make full use of their bodies.
Olivia, with a few women, rolled up their sleeves and used a large ladle to scoop up the stewed meat and vegetable soup from the pot, distributing it bowl by bowl to the hungry people.
Watching the golden-haired girl, her little face covered in sweat from the heat, Leon could not lend a hand and could only help her deliver lunch to the other injured.
There were a total of fourteen warhorses killed by the griffin, now piled up in the courtyard of a nearby cottage, waiting for people to handle the division and preservation process.
