"How was it?" Asked Devitt as he looked at Claremont, who had retreated from the shop.
"..." In order to prevent himself from vomiting because of the scene he had just seen, Claremont had been covering his mouth the whole time. When Devitt asked him a question, he shook his head violently.
After seeing Claremont in this state, Devitt had a rough idea of what was going on. He didn't say anything and continued to lead the group forward.
"We don't need anyone we met at the beginning." After recovering, Claremont relayed the conversation between the butcher and himself to Devitt.
"Let's continue forward. We should be able to find them," Devitt replied.
The scouts had never walked for so long in an enclosed space. After half an hour, they finally found a normal shop selling firewood, rice, oil, and salt by the street.