Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 246 Trenton Felt a Pang of Heartache

"Kid, you can't just eat raw meat and drink raw blood," he reasoned.

Trenton took a deep breath, raised his hand, gently wiped the blood off Scarlett's face, and softly said, "Kid, you are a human, not an animal. You can't just eat raw meat and drink raw blood, understand?" Thinking about Scarlett's swift movements just now, Trenton took a deep breath and asked, "Do you often hunt like that?"

If Scarlett had not been doing this kind of hunting for years, or even since childhood, she wouldn't have developed such swift abilities.

Trenton thought, 'Scarlett, perhaps like a feral child, has been living alone in the mountains and jungles.'

'I am feeling a pang of heartache once again,' he noticed inwardly.

Scarlett looked at Trenton, listened to his words, carefully observed him, and then lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong, speaking softly, "Mhmm... But only raw meat."

Since the Miller Witchcraft Tribe was destroyed and the werewolf leader rescued Scarlett. Since then, she was nurtured through a raw diet. She grew up eating raw meat and drinking raw blood in a confused manner. Otherwise, Scarlett would have died long ago.

She reiterated, "I need to hunt."

Although the werewolf leader often provided Scarlett with prey, she enjoyed the sense of achievement from hunting on her own.

Trenton looked at Scarlett's right leg, which had stopped bleeding, and the wound had scabbed over. Thinking about Scarlett's behavior just now, he asked in a low voice, "Doesn't it hurt?"

Scarlett shook her head and then nodded. She spoke softly, "It hurts, but hunger is even more unbearable than pain."

Scarlett could only endure it.

Trenton raised his hand, rubbed Scarlett's head, and said, "Wait for me. I'll cook the meat for us, okay?"

If she could eat cooked food, Scarlett wouldn't resort to eating only raw meats.

Even though, it's all just for survival.

Scarlett just wanted to survive.

That's all.

Scarlett then lifted her head. And her round eyes, for the first time, were devoid of the mischievous gleam. She looked at Trenton with extreme seriousness, even smiling brightly at Trenton. Scarlett's smile was like a little sun warming his heart.

Trenton smiled, stood up, looked down at Scarlett, and said, "Let's have a meal first, then we have to hit the road. Your injury needs to be treated at the Divine Doctor Association."

He added, sternly, "You must stay here. I'll handle it."

Without water, he could only skin the deer.

The meat on the deer's leg was usually thick, firm, and delicious. Trenton first processed the limbs and skewered them with branches.

After being done with all this, Trenton picked up some dry branches and lit them with a lighter he carried. Soon, the jungle was filled with the aroma of meat. Trenton thought it was finally ready, tore off a piece, and tasted it.

Although there was no salt or spices, it was still incomparable to the food he had at Central City's fine-dining restaurants.

But at this time, something was better than nothing to eat.

Trenton took a sniff and then handed over a roasted deer leg, saying, "Kid, here it is."

Scarlett blinked her big eyes, took the deer leg from Trenton's hands, sniffed the well-roasted meat, licked her lips, and then handed it back. "You eat first," she offered. Trenton, who was handsome, seemed kind-hearted as well.

Trenton smiled, roasted another leg, and said with an indulgent tone that even he didn't notice, "You take this one. I'll roast another one."

Upon hearing this, Scarlett said nothing more, took the large roasted deer leg, blew on it, and then took a bite.

It had been a long time since she had eaten something that was cooked for her. How long had it been since she had last tasted it?

Although it was flavorless, it was what Scarlett had been yearning for all this time. Her eyes reddened instantly as she chewed and savored the food.

Unaware, Trenton continued roasting the deer leg and asked, "By the way, kid, what's your name?"