A moment ago.
"So what are we doing with all these wheats?" Fenrir asked while carrying a pile of wheat on his back, as well as carrying a lot more with the rope attached to his body.
"We'll burn it inside the hole. Don't worry. I have received permission from the villagers to use the wheats however we want. In the end, they have been crushed like this and there's no way to eat or sell them. The best way is to use it to exterminate the aliens." A cunning smile appeared on Nathan's face.
"You seem to be inclined to help others, summoner. I thought you were colder." Anubis squinted his eyes.
"I am not a good person. Just like anyone else, I'm someone who is wearing a mask. Facing innocent people, I can be as kind as you want. But if I treat my enemy the same, they will think it'll be fine to attack me again and again since I won't kill them. That's why I'll probably become a cruel person when facing my enemy, whether they're humans or aliens." Nathan shook his head helplessly.
