Chapter 616

The most delicious food in the world wasn't truffles worth their weight in gold, black caviar, or goose barnacles hailed as "the devil's delicacy"—

It was whatever you ate when you were starving.

Once you got hungry enough, anything that filled your stomach was the most delicious food in the world.

Druin used a halved fruit shell as a bowl and served Geralt some soup, along with two wild fruits: one red, one green. They gleamed enticingly in the firelight.

Geralt stared at Druin.

He took neither the vegetable soup nor the fruit.

"Uh... it's just ordinary soup and wild fruit. If you don't want them, that's fine." Looking awkward, Druin turned to leave.

"Wait." Geralt pointed at one of the fruits. "Eat that."

The others sensed something was wrong and turned their attention toward them.

The other two members of the Outdoor Rescue Expert Team came over.

"What's going on?" one asked.

"This gentleman thinks there's something wrong with the fruit..." Druin said helplessly.

He looked downright aggrieved.

Without another word, the man who had spoken picked up a fruit, took a huge bite, and chewed vigorously.

His actions were his proof of innocence.

The fruit was small. He finished it in three bites, then looked at Geralt, his eyes full of hurt at being suspected.

Now the others thought Geralt had gone too far, too.

Geralt's expression didn't change.

Druin picked up the remaining fruit and made to eat it.

Geralt picked up the Demon Hunter Gun, opened it, worked the action, and chambered a round.

He aimed the barrel at Druin.

"Give that one to him too," Geralt said.

At those words, all three members of the Outdoor Rescue Expert Team went pale.

When they hesitated, Geralt sneered. "Eat the fruit or eat a bullet. Decide quickly.