Even though he was already a Snow Wolf, Eric's palate stubbornly clung to the flavors belonging to the human world.
Eating only raw meat, the body could endure it, but the taste buds protested vehemently.
The feeling of greasiness reaching all the way to the throat wasn't pleasant at all.
After all, beastmen weren't pure wild beasts. Whenever Eric showed off his cooking skills, no one was picky. As long as the flavor was attractive enough, these Snow Wolf warriors were ready to set aside their habit of eating only meat.
Evidence of this was the main dishes Eric had made, from the stir-fried shredded potatoes that once caused a fever at the Ox-Head tribe, the tribe members all responded enthusiastically, their eating speed not losing to anyone.
Thinking of the treasure in the cellar, Eric quickly went into the storage room. As soon as the cellar door opened, a cool stream of air characteristic of the underground wafted out.
