When one was hungry, the smell of fried chicken was irresistibly tempting.
Even Edson, a man with a title, was briefly dazed.
But in the next instant, Hunting Blade regained his senses. He tightened his grip on his dagger, ready to subdue the person approaching him.
As for killing outright?
Edson sensed no hostility, so he had no intention of doing that.
However, Holleka was faster.
"Snake School."
Just as Edson was about to act, Holleka spoke in a low voice while making several gestures known only to Demon Hunters.
"Snake School?"
Edson froze.
But Holleka did not bother explaining. He directly pulled out the fried chicken he had just bought at the market.
Although he did not know why his mentor had told him to bring fried chicken to a Wolf School Demon Hunter, Holleka had no doubts. His mentor naturally had his own reasons.
He only needed to obey.
When Holleka reached into his clothes, Edson's eyes filled with vigilance.
Without question, the slightest unusual movement from Holleka would bring a fatal strike.
But...
Fried chicken?!
Edson froze again.
He truly had not expected Holleka to pull fried chicken from his clothes.
"For me?"
Edson asked blankly.
"Mm."
Holleka nodded.
After hesitating slightly, and after his stomach growled twice, Edson finally accepted the fried chicken. Once he had carefully inspected it, the old Demon Hunter began wolfing it down.
Holleka was stunned by the way Edson ate.
Did I buy too little?
Holleka silently asked himself.
In less than five seconds, the entire headless fried chicken, skin and bones alike, was completely chewed up and swallowed by the old Demon Hunter.
"Do you need more?"
"The market is still selling flatbread."
Holleka asked.
"No need."
The old Demon Hunter replied calmly.
Yet the grease at the corner of