Carl had too many secrets. He lived alone, receiving regular supplies of daily necessities, and had even cultivated a piece of land on the island, planting various crops to satisfy his palate.
After the winter snow, a type of colorful mushroom abounded.
This mushroom was thick-fleshed and delicious. If prepared well, it was an exquisite delicacy.
Prepared poorly, it was poisonous!
Barefoot and wearing a white sleeping robe, Carl carried a bamboo basket, occasionally bending over to pick the colorful mushrooms.
「In the early morning hours.」
The cold wind was biting. He seemed unaffected by it as he picked a colorful mushroom, dusted it off, and placed it in his basket.
"TSK TSK..."
A light, teasing sound came from nearby. "Is this what you eat?"
The voice was sultry, carrying the allure of a mature woman.
Carl looked up at the sound. Indeed. It was a mature woman, not just in age, but also with a figure that her robe could not entirely conceal.
