"Bleurgh-"
"If you felt sick, you should've said so sooner! Why try to tough it out?!"
An unnamed wasteland in Kazdel.
After the sky went completely dark, Vera and her group finally stopped their headlong dash and began setting up a temporary camp for the night.
The Berserk Boars arranged themselves in a circle, their massive bodies effectively blocking the cold wind and providing a relatively warm shelter.
"I thought I could hold out... bleurgh~"
The pale-faced mercenary was still dry-heaving. Clearly, not everyone could immediately adapt to riding at high speed.
"[Sarkaz profanity!] I'm cooking here! Could you puke somewhere else?!"
The previously captured extras had fully integrated into the group. At the cook's complaint, the other mercenaries immediately dragged the unfortunate victim of boar sickness aside.
No one could blame the cook for swearing. With several large pots and grills set up in front of him, preparing meals for the mercenaries alone had already been a demanding job.
Now he had another fifty-four mouths to feed, and his hands were moving so fast they almost left afterimages.
The freshly grilled meat skewers were being sneaked away before they even had time to cool.
"[Sarkaz profanity!] You bottomless pit, can't you wait a minute?!"
Rice carefully blew on the meat, then immediately widened his eyes and corrected him:
"Call me Rice! I'm checking whether it's cooked for everyone! What if it's still raw?"
"You fucking..."
"I'll help."
Before the cook could finish swearing, Vera interrupted him.
When he saw Vera approach, the cook's menacing expression instantly turned ingratiating.
"Boss, just take a break! I'll handle this little bit of work. I've got it!"
Vera ignored his protests and began deftly preparing the ingredients.
With their boss leading by example, the other mercenaries who had hoped to slack off were