The air was filled with the aroma of barbecue, with the unique lard scent of magical beasts, making one's mouth water.
"Mmm, so delicious..."
Yorn, while gnawing on the barbecue, mumbled indistinctly, "I haven't had fresh demon beast meat in ages!"
He took a bite, his face full of satisfaction, then suddenly remembered his situation, and his mood instantly dropped.
Louis observed Yorn while eating his meat.
Indeed, unlike his initial exuberance upon arriving in the Northern Territory, Yorn now genuinely seemed more experienced and had lost a noticeable amount of weight.
"This broken place, the Northern Territory, it's simply not fit for living!" Yorn complained to Louis as he ate: "The permafrost in my territory, can't even grow any crops!
