"The wings of a Winged Tiger taste much better than the wings of other magic beasts. You can try it later."
Max was silent for a moment, finally finding a topic to break the awkwardness, and turned to say to Eric.
Michael was holding the wing in his mouth, so his voice was a bit muffled: "Dat's wight, dat's wight! Its wings are delicious, you can have them all!"
Eric snorted unhappily in his heart, but still couldn't stop himself from imagining the taste of the Winged Tiger's wings. In his previous life, he loved gnawing on chicken wings the most.
Coming to this world, the wings of the giant forest chickens had already let him gnaw to his heart's content.
But even the Snow Wolf people, with their terrible cooking skills, had to admit Winged Tiger wings were delicious, so it must definitely be many times more delicious than forest chicken wings.
Eric discovered that since transmigrating, his way of thinking seemed to have assimilated with the age of this body.
