On the northern outskirts of Fierce Beast Forest, a feast centered around all-you-can-eat barbecue was held that night.
The ingredients were provided by two former kings, Spine Sword Tigers. The main guests were more than a dozen Wasteland Brutal Bears. The head chef was Allen, the unlucky fellow blasted into this otherworld by a shell, while the sous-chef was Little Zack of the Bloody Hoof Tribe, a native barbarian of the Great Wilderness.
The waitress was the veteran maid, Miss Dina.
In the end, the all-you-can-eat barbecue came to a perfect close. The Wasteland Brutal Bears, the guests, ate until their mouths dripped with grease, their faces full of lingering satisfaction. As for Allen, the head chef, he had set up the grill, lit the fire, cut the meat, and maintained order until he was exhausted like a mangy dog that had sprinted ten miles.
In the end, he only managed to scrounge a few bites of leftovers from the Wasteland Brutal Bears, while Little Zack, the sous-chef, temporarily forgot his troubles because of the delicious food.
At the feast site, aside from the Brutal Bears lying sprawled across the ground and rolling about with bloated bellies, all that remained were bones scattered everywhere with scraps of meat clinging to them, along with several tattered Spine Sword Tiger pelts.
Little Zack told Allen that the hides of large fierce beasts like Spine Sword Tigers were highly sought-after and extremely valuable, whether in human lands or the Behemoth Kingdom.
Allen, who believed waste was a crime, gathered several relatively intact tiger pelts, cut them into regular shapes, dried them beside the bonfire, and removed the excess fur.
Allen tested them and found that the hides of these Spine Sword Tigers indeed possessed excellent protective properties.
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