Zhang Chen watched the back of the young boy, a hint of curiosity in his eyes: "Does the Demon Race even have child labor?"
"You jest, sir. The Demon Race doesn't keep idlers! The Demon Master has stated that no children under fourteen are to be eaten, but we can't just raise them for free, can we? So we have them do some work to support themselves, and in doing so they strengthen their muscles. Later, when eaten, their flesh is firm yet chewy, crispy and delicious," explained the Lion Spirit steward standing nearby, ingratiatingly joining the conversation after overhearing Zhang Chen's mutterings.
Zhang Chen glanced at the smiling, sycophantically bowing Lion Spirit, somewhat surprised by the cunning plans of these beasts. Faced with the Lion Spirit's ingratiating grin, Zhang Chen scornfully covered his nose and barked: "You reek! Keep away from me!"
