It proved that when what should have been a game of scheming and social maneuvering turned into Frostpunk and Don't Starve Together, many things suddenly became much simpler.
Especially after He Qiu, that well-fed "fat bastard," took the initiative to dig up some "grape bricks" from somewhere in the snow outside—sticky lumps mixed from red wine and flour, which naturally froze solid in the snowy environment.
These were some of the preparations he had completed last night while forcing himself through a gluttonous feast.
After all, asking a fat man who had only just started using the Consumption Method to improve his digestion to stuff that much food into his stomach was a bit too outrageous.
That was precisely why everyone had initially suspected someone was "hiding food."
—Perhaps all that could be said was that compared to ordinary people, Horton's build was simply too convincing.
But now, seeing the dark lumps of dough he had brought back, already frozen into blocks of ice, nearly every guest and host in the hall let out a reluctant sigh of relief, however unappetizing they looked.
After all, if you hit someone with a stick, you still had to give them a sweet date afterward. If he really drove this group into desperation, He Qiu had no doubt they might eventually go mad, join forces, and eat him alive with red eyes.
In the literal sense.
In this snowstorm-shrouded mountain villa, even with the fireplace burning, anyone who could survive seven days without food could generally be called something beyond human!
They could make do with some gruel. Having something to eat was already good enough—better than that old soldier who wanted to vomit at the sight of sashimi.
And with the location of the "food" under his control, He Qiu had also