687. Dwarven King On Pilgrimage

Thrilling—Sylvester never thought he'd use such a word to describe his experience eating Nehilius' nasty meat. Even saying its name always felt wrong to him before. But no more, since this was proving to be beneficial to his body. 

"What are you eating?" Xavia asked on one occasion as they all sat down in the living room after dinner. "You're always eating that these days." 

"Flesh of a god." 

"Haha, that's funny," she chuckled, not realizing Sylvester was being honest with his answer. Indeed, the mere idea that he was eating a god was too absurd to even think about. 

Sylvester smiled and stopped Rex from taking a bite of it by swatting away his hand. "You want to die, boy? It has poison in it. It will kill anyone below the Supreme Wizard rank." 

"Ugh," Rex shed some fake tears while rubbing his reddened hand. "Then why are you eating it, Godfather?"