The combat ability was only slightly higher than his own at the time.
A perfect target for honing battle skill proficiency.
"Customer, your raw meat."
Without any culinary requests, the barbarian sat down for only a moment before the tavern owner, Chapton, personally brought the tray over to the two of them.
"Ding."
The bottom of the metal tray landed on the wooden table, making a crisp sound.
On the tray, two pieces of raw meat cut into square shapes quivered, and one could vaguely see thin blood trickling down the sides.
Feeling a sense of curiosity.
Although a barbarian from the Northern Ice Field, having been in the forest for so many days, Xia Nan had not seen the other eat anything raw.
Before he had time to speak, the smell of blood in the air seemed to catch the attention of a certain little creature.
"Woo—"
A tender whimper suddenly came from across the table.
All of a sudden, the furry cloak before the barbarian's chest shifted twice.
