"Mr. Curipa, I am an editor of Bed Weekly. May I ask you a question?"
"Chomp chomp chomp... Gollum, sure, go ahead."
Sain Dungeon, Gourmet Area.
In the gourmet area, which was like a fairyland wafting with sweet aromas, a spirited, but not more than 1.6-meter-tall, elderly elf was devouring a roasted meat with bones.
If he found it a bit too greasy, he would break off a clove of garlic from the blooming garlic flowers beside him or grab a soy sauce locust for an extra taste.
A rather content expression appeared on his slightly wrinkled face, in short, he was thoroughly enjoying his food.
In front of him, a professionally dressed pretty female editor prepared her notepad, looking intently at him, and asked:
"Excuse me, elves have always been regarded as avatars of nature who uphold vegetarianism, why do you..." She glanced at the half-eaten roasted meat in Curipa's hand, the implication clear.
"This? This is a plant," Curipa said earnestly.
