Chapter 591: Meal Time

Chapter 591: Meal Time

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Northern and Lieutenant Dante came back to a lit fire ominously shading the faces of all those who sat around it.

Atop the flames were several sticks plunged into large lumps, sort of darkened from the position Northern and the Lieutenant observed them from.

But they didn't need to see clearly to know that the group was skewering monster meat. Aside from the obviousness of the act, the sumptuous aroma suddenly made their stomachs growl.

Northern gulped and stepped forward, taking a seat next to Ryan, crossing his legs as he joined them on the muddy ground.

No one even cared how muddy it was; they were lucky enough to even have semi-hard ground to begin with.

The ground wasn't so muddy that it would begin to sink them in. The soil's water-retaining ability was just ample.

Northern looked around for a moment. He wondered if Ryan had made a suggestion to freeze the ground, but he immediately got his answer.

The cold that came from the ice would affect people, moreover affect the fire, and affect their dinner—maybe lunch or breakfast, no damn person knows.

And Ryan was probably as tired as everyone else. Northern didn't want to think such a magnificent ability of his did not come with its own stress.

"What are you looking at?" Ryan growled lowly, a vicious look in his eyes.

Northern rolled his eyes nonchalantly and looked away, speaking to himself.

"Damn, I must be getting mad; I can't believe I almost pitied this crappy son of ice."

Ryan glared even more intensely. His tone rang out slightly different than usual.

"I'm not a son of ice. I am a son of Cold Flame."

Northern raised a brow, tilting his head backward. He blinked several times, his reaction slowed out of confusion.

"Yeah. I guess... whatever suits you."

Then he looked away and thought.

'Weirdo.'

There was something about Ryan's reaction that made him sound desperate.

Northern, with slightly widened eyes, looked at Ryan; their gazes met for a beat, then Ryan looked away.

Shin watched this happen and felt his heart tear into two. Once again, he was reminded of what their overprotection of the poor boy had done to him.

And an embarrassing moment like this one was the least harm it had done.

"Well, among the fundamentals of rift survival education, there are several types of monsters, and ways to eat them. Of course, most of the safest ways is by..." Alystren gestured to the fire with his hands to end his statement.

"There are several other ways but I don't think that's a lesson for tonight. If we get back alive, I will arrange a short class for you guys in the citadel. But the most important thing you must know is that it's important to carry a piece of monster meat with you for every kill; it will

come in handy."

'That explains why there are so many...' Northern glanced around and focused back on the meat. Silence drowned the atmosphere once again.

Then after a couple more minutes, Rafel took out the meat and started handing it out to all of

them.

After Lieutenant Dante received his, he walked away saying,

"I'll keep watch. The rest of you can sleep."

Northern watched the rigid man walk away, his fine coat swaying left and right with every

step he took.

For a moment as he watched the Lieutenant, he thought,

'Maybe he's just a nice guy in a tough shell.'

After all, Lieutenant Dante had done him a favor most Drifters would be reluctant to do.

Of course, he didn't forget that there was a prize, but he wasn't so sure how heavy of a prize he

would have to pay for this generous offer.

'Whatever it will be, I'm sure it'll be worth it.'

Northern took the meat into his mouth, gently savoring every delicate delicacy of it.