With a thunderous clatter, a team of ten horses entered the McLean territory, pulling a wagon and a cart loaded with goods, large as houses. The heavy weight was evident as the wheel tracks were clearly carved into the ground. Although the direction taken by the mercenary guards and the cargo was clear, nobody dared to approach the vicinity.
Ugh, that smell. Even from this distance
The stench is quite pungent.
How can dried meat smell so bad?
They say its monster meat. freewebnoveℓ.com
Is that the?
Did the young master really indulge in such a grotesque act?
The rumors that he gained strength from drinking monster blood
Shut your mouth, you fool!
Quiet! You want to get us all in trouble?
The murmurs grew louder as the largest shipment of Karok meat since the last trade arrived at the storage.
Its definitely divine timing now.
What?
Rick, who had been covering his nose from the foul smell, looked up in confusion.
I was planning to use what we made yesterday, here.
Wha-?!
Bring that barrel though, you wont be able to lift it. Ill carry it, just get ready.
Ready for what? I didnt hear anything about this!
Were doing it now!
Do I really have to come?
Of course!
With a loud groan of disgust, Rick had never visited the warehouse since they started collecting Karok meat, unaware of the reason for his own strong reaction.
But as they opened the door to the warehouse filled with Karok meat, the reason became painfully evident. No explanation was needed for the incredible stench that assaulted their noses and brains with an odor far worse than anything they had encountered outside.
Uweeeek!
Logan might have thrown up on the spot if Rick, vomiting a step behind him, hadnt beaten him to it.
Having somewhat calmed himself by shutting down his sense of smell through force control, Logan saw Rick giving him a resentful glare with his pale, vomit-stricken face.
Cough! Now, sprinkle this neutralizer on the Karok meat. Youll see the color lighten with just a small amount. Just enough to make the surface completely white. The black parts contain remaining toxins. Be cautious.
Do I really have to
Am I not doing it too?
Rick, nearly in tears, reluctantly helped until about 100kg of meat turned white.
Now grind it into round tablets.
As if he had given up on everything, Rick did not utter another complaint.
However, as they created hundreds of tiny round pills, Rick couldnt help but grow curious about what all his efforts were for.
Why did we make these?
Dont they look like medicine?
Yes.
Good. Were going to sell them as such.
What?!
Ricks eyes widened in horror, but his shock was not the end of it.
Remember what we did today?
No. I remember nothing! What did we do? Ha. Ha. Ha.
Sensing an ominous premonition, Rick forced a strained smile.
You look like you remember just fine.
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