But now, Vikram felt that Divya's talent for sarcasm was no weaker than his own, and the way she spoke to him was becoming increasingly disrespectful.
Strangely, instead of getting angry, he felt a kind of relief — like a parent watching their child grow up.
[Vikram: Take it. Consider it a reward for working so hard for me. Also, from now on, I'll calculate one ton of fertile soil as 2.5 kg of food for you.]
[Divya: Wow, you really are the foolish son of a rich landlord! It's just one ton of soil. Fertile soil is relatively rare, but it's not impossible to find. Are you offering so much food because you want to keep me around?]
[Vikram: You don't need to worry about that. All that matters is that I'm not short on this small amount of food.]
He wasn't exaggerating. Vikram had hunted nearly twenty Wolf Spirits, along with several other creatures. Conservatively estimated, he now had around 4,000–5,000 kg of meat stored.
