Chapter 134: The Taste Of Meat

Urien furrowed his brow in thought, staring at the fried rice before him.

He couldn't remember how many years he had stayed away from meat. Maybe 30 years, maybe 50, or maybe it was after he had caught a band of ogres devouring villagers—he was only 20 at that time.

He had killed those hideous monsters. After several years, he went to the Demon Islands, and almost slaughtered the whole ogre tribe.

He still remembered that scene even after nearly 100 years. Normally, the sight of meat was enough to turn his stomach.

Oddly, though, he didn't find the grain-sized ham in the rice disagreeable. On the contrary, the pleasant smell of eggs and other ingredients really whetted his appetite.

He usually ate boiled vegetables every day, and occasionally an egg. He felt repulsed by grease. Now, however, he found himself attracted by this greasy dish cooked with many ingredients.

He had only followed Krassu in to bond with Amy.