"I'll go pick some wild fruits." Evan jumped down from the carriage and rushed into the forest, quickly disappearing from view. He clearly didn't want to taste Mag's cooking, either. Furthermore, the glance that Mag had directed at him earlier had struck him with an indescribable sense of fear, making him want to get away from Mag.
Mag didn't object to it. He didn't want to cook for them anyway, so this was ideal.
After draining the cow of blood, a thought suddenly occurred to Mag. He turned to Sam, and said, "Mr. Sam, you seem to be very familiar with this area; would you be able to get me a bamboo stalk? I want to make some skewers for beef kebabs."
"Sure, I'll get one for you right away." Sam nodded before turning to climb up the nearby mountain.
"Beef kebabs? Mr. Mag, beef should be eaten in large mouthfuls. Making it into kebabs will take away from the effect, won't it?" Dennis was a little concerned.
