"Odin? Odin?"
"Hey, kid, there you are."
Hans was holding a few loaves of bread. The bread was black, made from the powder of snow mountain root.
Snow mountain root. Hans never thought he'd be eating this stuff again.
Hans was one of the soldiers Valentino had given to Robson. He had grown up on the Fengman Clan's lands, eating snow mountain root since he was a child.
Although the bread in his hands was delicious, Hans craved meat even more—meat dripping with fat. Only that stuff could give him real strength.
Unfortunately, the only chance to feast on meat would be when war broke out.
"Hey, when do you think the Lord will take us to the battlefield?
How many days has it been? Almost thirty, right? We haven't seen a single Beastman..."
"Isn't it better to have some peace? I'd rather things stay quiet. All this talk of killing... did you not see our comrades with missing limbs last time we were defending the pass?" The one who replied was Captain Jason.
