Julian and Lucius waited until the afternoon, their hunger finally outweighing their patience. As they walked through a lower transition corridor, Lucius suddenly tugged on Julian's sleeve, pointing toward a side door.
An acolyte was scurrying away from a service lift, clutching a bundled white cloth to his chest as if it were a precious relic. He was moving frantically, his eyes darting left and right. As he brushed past them, Julian's nose flared.
It wasn't incense. It was the sharp, metallic scent of raw meat. Yes, he could tell the smell of raw meat because he roasted barbecue a lot when he was still Kim Jowoon.
"Master, something smells?" Lucius whispered and Julian looked down at him. "It smells like… meat.'
The boy might be able to identify raw meat because he went around with nanny Martha and she might've taken him to the kitchen a few times.
"Did you smell that?"
"I did," Julian muttered.
This meat… where was that acolyte taking it to?
Well, only one way to find out.
