In order to make sure that everything went smoothly, I didn't go far and stood at the door of the back kitchen, keeping an eye on the movement inside.

As I instructed, he began to feed the men raw mutton.

He ate with relish.

He kept shouting, "Eat meat... Eat meat... I want to eat meat .... Hurry, I want more! ”

Actually, I saw this kind of man eight years ago.

.... At that time, I was still with my master.

We went to deliver a coffin to a family in the next town, and we happened to run into a relative suffering from a strange disease of not having enough to eat.

The man who was suffering from this strange disease was also a man, not very old, only in his early twenties, and for some reason suddenly one day he suffered from this strange disease.

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