Time flew by, and by evening, the aroma of Magical Beast Meat had begun to fill the entire camp.
Gerard watched the bustling Soldiers, finding it all a little hard to believe.
Gerard had now earned a measure of that noble lord's trust and had begun to assist him with various tasks, such as the preparations for this Magical Beast Meat feast.
But when Gerard heard the specific details provided by Robson, he was utterly baffled. He even suspected the noble lord had made a mistake with his orders.
This was a feast of High-Level Magical Beasts, dozens of them!
After all, even the two Earls from beyond the pass had rarely held banquets of this caliber. Though they lived at the foot of the Demon Beast Mountain Range, it didn't mean Magical Beast Meat was an infinite resource.
And yet, this noble lord was not only holding a feast of Magical Beast Meat, but his guests were a group of Soldiers of peasant origin.
