It was even more of a disaster for Contract Anomalists with heightened senses.
If whoever prepared the food had poor hygiene, it was hell for them.
Because they could genuinely taste it in the dishes.
So, while outside, they had developed a habit: if they could eat the dry rations they brought, they ate dry rations.
If they couldn't, they tried not to eat at all.
Unless absolutely necessary, they wouldn't eat food from outside.
If they had to eat, they could only pinch their noses and force it down.
Of course, modern additives and all sorts of technological monstrosities had no effect whatsoever on the bodies of Contract Anomalists, which had been strengthened by Weird energy.
It was merely unpleasant to eat. If they could accept it mentally, they could still eat it.
After all, missions sometimes took several days, perhaps even longer than that.
When the time came, they would naturally eat anything in order to survive.
But when conditions allowed, it was still better to eat well.
Sure enough, after several bland, flavorless meals, Absolute Boundary's eyes lit up at those words.
"Okay."
He agreed without a second thought.
To him—
All the gold, silver, and treasures that were so plentiful they had nowhere to put them—
Were less important than getting to eat a good meal right now.
The elderly men all smiled with kindly satisfaction.
"Don't worry. Leave it to us."
At a time when food was scarce, being able to obtain such things was already quite good.
While Absolute Boundary enjoyed being waited on like an old master—
Elsewhere—
After resting in the city for two days, the hunting party—
Decided to leave the city to hunt once more.
They had to stockpile enough food to deal with the increasingly severe shortages to come.