Since there were quite a few elderly males in the Golden Dragon Clan, Ophelia boiled three massive pots of prickly ash water. By the time evening arrived, the concoction was finally ready.
"Tyler, go fetch a few wooden buckets." Ophelia scooped up a spoonful of the prickly ash water and brought it to her nose. The spicy, aromatic scent wafted out, its mere smell enough to make one feel warm all over. "Have the elderly males come over and get the water."
"Got it." Tyler stood up from his spot in the kitchen and walked toward the adjacent stone house.
Because roasting meat in the kitchen inevitably caused a bit of a commotion, Laxus had arranged for the elderly males' living quarters to be situated right next door. Thanks to Ophelia's early warnings, the mountain stockpile of firewood and daily necessities was more than sufficient.
