He finished gnawing on the bone in no time, almost swallowing his own tongue, and then he looked up in surprise at the other person. He only knew that the other was one of the Ten Kings of Warriors, but didn't expect him to have such grilling skills.
"You're in luck," Odin said flatly, "Back in my adventurous days, I often cooked for myself, but those opportunities have become less frequent. Even Nether begged me last time, but I couldn't fulfill his wish. Today, I'm just acting on a whim—"
He looked up to see a squirrel on a branch, tilting its head and looking at them with pitch-black eyes.
With a snap of his fingers, the squirrel darted back into the tree hole in fright.
Meanwhile, Fang Hong was licking his fingers, thinking to himself that with Miss Atira, he didn't really crave these things.
However, his current state was rather miserable.
He even looked somewhat ridiculous.
