Milien sat in front of the campfire in a standard kneeling posture, craning her neck eagerly, her ahoge trembling with each quiver, betraying her inner anxiety.
Griffin remained standing beside her, her long, pitch-black bag slung over her back, expressionless and motionless.
Yet the relationship between Sebela and Griffin hinted at something intriguing; although both were subordinates of King Bartholomew, they stood a good two meters apart.
Just one glance inside the room and Yi Lin understood the situation completely. He smiled, choosing not to comment on the oddity. He fetched a basin of water and pulled out a whole set of chef's tools from the Storage Space, skillfully bleeding, plucking, skinning, chopping, and washing.
Five minutes later, skewers of rabbit meat sprinkled with Yi Lin's special spices were roasting over the campfire.
