"Is this herd of wild boars the very one that frequently appears around the castle? They look bigger than I thought."
Jasmine narrowed her eyes, unable to distinguish the differences between these pitch-black wild boars, so she could only ask Angus, who was more familiar with the animals in this region.
"That is correct, Milady." Angus nodded in confirmation; he recognized the leader with the large scar on its back. This herd was the same one mixed in the crazed beast herd that had chased them for more than half the night when they first arrived.
"This is troublesome."
Looking at the leisurely appearance of the wild boars lying and exposing their bellies, it was estimated that they had no intention of leaving this fertile place anytime soon.
In that case, they had absolutely no way to enter the forest to harvest wood or hunt, and even the slaves working near the moat would be in danger of losing their lives.
