Chapter 153: Under the weather
"Oh, dear.." Jacques gazed at Coco’s haul in awe.
"Oh, dear indeed." Renaldo agreed, his eyes wide in surprise and disbelief, but there was a hint of excitement behind those black irises of his.
In front of them was their dearest friend, taking several mangled monster meats from the basket in front of her and placing them on top of the dead flying pig by the table— clean and intact.
The state of the dead flying pig was the complete opposite of the monster meats inside the basket.
"I don’t know if you’ll be able to sell these, but try to do so, okay? You can throw them away if you think the meat is soiled. You’re the butcher so I’m sure you know the state of the meat best." Coco said, throwing the last mangled piece among the pile.
Renaldo could only nod his head with fervor, eager to start working on the meat she bought and tend to them.
"Understood." He replied, a look of amazement on his scarred face as he moved towards the table and ushered Coco aside, "You’re the best hunter I could ask for, Coco— just look at this!"
Renaldo was grinning from ear to ear. "It’s a wonder how you’re not born or raised in this village, but you still managed to beat every single hunter I know! You’re amazing!"
The expression on Renaldo’s face was a rare one and Coco couldn’t help, but let a smile creep into her face even though she wasn’t feeling well due to the memories that keep flashing in her mind.