A few minutes later, Lance left the Gray creature's body and returned to Kyle's shoulder. Still savoring the taste, he licked his lips and buzzed a few times at Velin.
Ignoring Lance's buzzing, Velin landed on the Gray creature's body, inserted his hand into the wound, and tore off a piece of flesh. After examining it carefully, he found that it contained an abundance of energy, but none of the fluctuations associated with mental contamination.
He sniffed the chunk of meat in his hand. There was no strange odor at all. Then he said to Kyle, "Go bring a Silver High-Tier Warrior here."
Kyle nodded slightly and vanished in an instant.
Lance, still immersed in the delicious taste, had not reacted before he dropped straight to the ground and rolled several times.
After getting back to his feet, Lance shook his head, scattering the dust from his body, then leaped lightly onto Velin's shoulder.
Looking at the little creature, Velin brought the chunk of meat to his mouth and asked, "Want some?"
Lance looked at the meat in Velin's hand, quickly moved to his other shoulder, and wore an unmistakably disgusted expression.
Velin could not help shaking his head. Still, that was only natural.
To Lance, purified Gray creature flesh was like leftover scraps. It would have been strange if he had not looked disgusted.
Before long, Kyle arrived with a thin Silver High-Tier Swordsman.
"Greetings, my lord."
The Silver High-Tier Swordsman came before Velin, thumped his chest in salute, and spoke respectfully.
"I need you to try this piece of flesh. Are you willing?" Velin asked, looking at the Silver High-Tier Swordsman.
Without hesitation, the Silver High-Tier Swordsman answered, "This subordinate is willing."
"Good."
Velin nodded and tossed the chunk of meat to the Silver High-Tier Swordsman.
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