In the expansive castle, there were only a few people, so there was no need for fancy living or dining.
Even Vesemir had to use his hands to skin the goat.
The Demon Hunters set up a table and hook rack specifically for slaughtering and segmenting in the originally solemn and respectful hall for convenience.
Lambert hung the goat on the hooks, as Vesemir approached while sharpening a small knife, and Geralt was cutting onions and carrots as side dishes.
Belengar was pointed to a place by Vesemir, instructed to fetch the good wine hidden by the Old Demon Hunter.
Vesemir had lived in this castle for many long years, no one understood it better than him.
The things he hid here, if he didn't say, no one could find them.
Ciri was washing pots with Rong Buqiu, preparing to place them on the iron rack in the fireplace; this served as a stove.
"Won't your fur fall into the pot?"
"Don't worry, meow. I've had some simple training from Chef Cat!"
"You even have Chef Cats!?"
