Bloodbath (6)
Basil sighed to himself and decided to stretch himself.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
His joints popped whenever he twisted his body. His body had recovered all of the injuries, however having his injuries healed didn't mean his body returned to its previous state.
Tired muscles would remain tired even if it was healed. Therefore, there was a need to give them a rest after overworking them.
Basil looked at the sleeping Deacon in faint amusement. Deacon was sleeping while kicking his four feet upward as if he was running. Not only that, he also had his tongue out as if drooling over something.
Basil merely took two slabs of Magical Ram meat out of his Magical Bracelet. He walked beside Deacon, and shoved one of them to Deacon's mouth.
!!!
As if sun finally shines down upon an eternally dark world, Deacon turned livid. He quickly wolfed down the food he got both literally and figuratively. After finishing the first slab, he looked at Basil with his shining bright eyes.