Why did Jason let Dennise get on the carriage? Of course, it was because of the ‘food’ scent clinging to Dennise. As for why Dennise would hail the carriage? Jason had a clear idea in his mind. After all, one of the ‘food’ scents on them came from his own box. Jason did not know if these monsters had created the incident of the circus lion attacking people yesterday, or if it was all just an accident, but he knew one thing—he was hungry! A mystic language never heard before, it rumbled like a muffled thunderstorm. A wretched scream as a phantom emerged from the whirlwind of leaves. It was a creature with the size of a house cat, short limbs, and its body flanked by membranous glides connecting the front to the hind legs, resembling a lizard. The moment it made contact with the special force field of “Protection Against Evil,” several specters burst forth from its body and vanished into thin air. Meanwhile, the creature convulsed slightly, ready to flip over and flee. Jason raised his hand and slashed with his knife. The wide-bladed, short-handled machete chopped down on the creature’s head, putting an abrupt end to it. Afterward, Jason began clearing the battlefield, despite his fatigue. A total of seven monsters previously seen in the restroom, along with the one in the box, made it eight. There was also a bizarre-looking monster; judging by the friction between the blade and its neck, the flesh seemed firm and likely tasted excellent. Saliva involuntarily secreted within Jason’s mouth. His weary body made him feel all the more famished. “Start a fire, set up the pot, get the grill ready,” Jason instructed. Of course, he needed to press on. But, meals were not to be delayed. Especially food that he’d obtained on his own, filled with joy and promising to make the journey ahead all the more pleasant. So why not enjoy a meal first? Peters sheathed his short sword, steering the carriage off the road and laying down the charcoal basin, iron pot, and grill with practiced ease, expertly igniting the fire. By then, Jason had already cleaned the eight scrawny creatures, chopped them up, and tossed the pieces into the boiling pot. The pot lacked neither scallions, ginger, garlic, nor Sichuan peppercorns and star anise. There were also potatoes and radishes. The thick soup bubbled, with the bright white and red potatoes and radishes tumbling within. Clear and appetizing hues heightened Jason’s craving for food. Yet he endured, for on the grill, the subsequent creature was impaled whole on an iron spit, constantly rotated, seasoned with salt and cumin from time to time. Jason held a small bowl of fat in his hand, brushing a layer onto the meat every few minutes. When the aroma of charcoal blended with the fat filled the air, Jason, unable to resist any longer, began to feast voraciously. The meat in the pot, soaked in broth, tender. The meat on the spit, rubbed with fat, crisp. Between tenderness and crispiness, the flavor of the meat was maximized. “[Consumed 8 Kababa Beasts!]” “[Significant recovery of physical strength and vitality!]” “[Consumed Rondo (Juvenile)]” “[Moderate recovery of physical strength and vitality!]” Injuries, physical strength, and vitality recovered rapidly. The mere 1 point of satiety once left had returned to double digits. This shift swiftly improved Jason’s mood. Dennise seemed to have noticed this and quietly approached. “Just like that, it’s resolved?” she asked incredulously. In her memories, it wasn’t so easy; the lizard-like monster was vicious. Facing it, she couldn’t even think of resisting, let alone make any superfluous movement. “We are different,” Jason nodded and replied. Dennise paused momentarily. Then, she quickly shook her head. It wasn’t that she didn’t acknowledge this fact. She was merely trying to calm herself down, to not forget what she’d initially wanted to ask. “I mean, you actually eat monsters!” Dennise exclaimed with wide eyes fixed on Jason. Under such gaze, Jason smiled. He enunciated slowly: